Walking up to the stall, Yukon Carbon patiently said, "Buy whatever you like, they’re all little things, I’ll get them for you."
"This flower crown looks nice, I see everyone’s wearing them," Jasmine Yale pointed to the pretty won on the open ground, many of whom were wearing flower crowns.
The flower crowns were made of fresh flowers, fragrant and perfectly matched with the deep night.
Without a second word, Yukon bought it for her.
"Don’t move." Yukon gently placed the flower crown on her head.
The vibrant and beautiful flower crown complented her pale yellow dress, making her look just like a little elf, lively and enchanting, unmatched by any scenery.
Yukon was montarily stunned, his gaze lingering on her face, not moving away for a long ti.
"Does it look good?"
"It looks good." Yukon held her hand, "Don’t take it off."
"Since you say it looks good, I won’t take it off. I think it should look good too."
Yukon continued to walk with her.
More and more people gathered, and it beca increasingly lively here.
This was the first ti Jasmine Yale saw a bonfire party.
She hadn’t seen one in Landon, nor during her ti in Cakago.
Mainly because she had no one to accompany her to see it.
Such a gathering was novel and refreshing to her, very interesting.
People ca and went, a diverse mix: White, Black, mixed-race, Asian...
Several young Black n were dancing happily, and they had prepared beer and barbecue.
The sumr night was neither cold nor hot, suitable for walking and relaxing.
"You must follow , don’t run around. If you get lost, rember to call ," Yukon reminded her as more people gathered. "There’s a restaurant over there, if you can’t find , just wait for in the lobby, I’ll co over."
Jasmine followed his hand with her eyes.
There’s indeed a restaurant here, seemingly the only one.
"Okay, I got it, I’m not a three-year-old child."
"But you’re directionally challenged."
"..." Jasmine huffed in annoyance.
Alright, she admitted, she was directionally challenged.
"This is the wilderness, it’s easy to get lost, so please stick close to ."
"Got it, President Carbon."
"Good, as long as you know, I have two lives to take care of here."
Jasmine smiled as she looked at him.
She almost thought of him as the father of her child, no, even the child’s father wasn’t as good to her as he was.
Jasmine picked out another small flower crown to wear on her hand. Unsatisfied, she bought two anklets with small bells.
Now, she was extrely delighted.
With every step, the anklets tinkled "ding ding ding," a clear and pleasant sound, very lodious.
As if she was seventeen or eighteen again.
Back then, she loved beauty and whimsy, just like all girls in their late teens. She loved dressing up and various fashion accessories.
Every day, the hair bands and headbands she wore were different. Sotis they were pearl, sotis star-shaped, other tis striped... a whole drawer full.
But there was a ti when soone scolded her, and she never wore them again.
He said she had poor taste and liked everything.
He also said she was ugly, and no one would look no matter what.
Won dress up for the one who appreciates them, if he didn’t like it, what was the point?
Eventually, she felt disheartened and stopped buying those little things.
Now seeing them again, her girlish instincts rekindled, she wanted to buy all these little trinkets.
Yukon praised, "The anklet is beautiful, pity pregnant won can’t dance, or it would be even more eye-catching."
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