Jasmine Yale paused for a mont and continued, "The Prince also... liked her. They were together and had a lovely baby, but she still couldn’t break the curse. Their first child was miscarried, and the Prince died in an accident."
Jasmine Yale’s voice lowered, a dreamy white mist in her eyes.
Sylvan Cheney frowned, "Then she conceived another child and planned to raise the child?"
Jasmine Yale raised her head and glanced at him, "How did you know."
"Idiot."
"..." Jasmine Yale moved her lips in dissatisfaction, "She truly is a very unfortunate person, bringing misfortune not only to herself but also to those around her. Whoever gets close to her will be unfortunate."
"There’s no absolute fortune nor absolute misfortune in this world; since she’s human, her life is destined to be rich and colorful, never perpetually unfortunate. Many tis, fortune just arrives a bit late but won’t be absent." Sylvan Cheney changed his teasing tone, his eyes reflecting a shimring depth, "A story is just a story; the princess isn’t cursed, it’s just that her fortune hasn’t arrived yet."
"President, shall we propose a hypothetical question?"
"Mm."
"If you were the Prince, and after eting the princess, suddenly one day, a prophetess told you that this princess would bring you misfortune, even death. Would you... still get close to her?"
"You ntioned that this princess is beautiful, cute, and gentle... If she’s so wonderful, why would I leave?"
"But she will bring you misfortune!" Jasmine Yale argued angrily.
"Are you talking about death?"
"Mm, there’s nothing more cruel in this world than death."
"Don’t be short-sighted; there are things in this world more cruel than death, like separation." Sylvan Cheney remarked calmly, "If I were that Prince and truly loved that princess, even if I was told loving her for one more day would lead to death, I’d rather love her for one more day and never leave."
Jasmine Yale was stunned, she looked at Sylvan Cheney.
His calm gaze was fixed outside the window; he always drove with seriousness and steadiness, his silhouette dark and deep, his gaze composed.
A misty haze welled up in Jasmine Yale’s eyes, she gathered her emotions, her voice calm, "If I were that princess, I would push him away, rather suffer a lifeti of longing than bring him misfortune."
"Unfortunately, once the bow is drawn, there’s no turning back; many things in this world have no antidote for regret." Jasmine Yale remarked lightly.
"What are you thinking about? Are you that princess?" Sylvan Cheney’s tone was displeased, "Are you beautiful? Cute? Gentle? Not one of them applies."
Jasmine Yale’s sad mood was disrupted by his words, and the somber atmosphere was completely gone.
She looked at him angrily, "Then what do I have?"
"Give so ti, maybe I’ll discover it."
"Sylvan Cheney, you’re so an!"
Jasmine Yale was truly angry at him, what kind of talk is this? What kind of talk.
"Jasmine Yale, if you dare to bully , I will surely bully you back. Of course, aside from , I won’t let anyone else bully you."
The car drove under the night sky, moving along the brilliantly lit road.
The wind outside was strong, yet inside the car, it was calm and peaceful, serene.
Like a shallow harbor, after the ship sails through the wind, upon returning, this harbor... is always here.
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