Jasmine Yale, like a curious child, leaned on the window, constantly looking out.
The bamboo leaves were lush and green, shining with a bright glow under the light.
The wind was loud, and such a night sky was both silent and wonderful.
Just then, Jasmine Yale saw tiny glows flickering, dancing, and leaping deep in the bamboo forest!
Those little elves seed tirelessly flying back and forth.
They’re fireflies!
Jasmine Yale was both surprised and unexpected, her eyes shimring with joy.
She reached out and shook Sylvan Cheney’s arm: "There are fireflies, let’s turn off the car lights."
"That’s why I brought you here to see." Sylvan Cheney opened his eyes, his gaze moving to her face, "At this ti, there aren’t many fireflies yet. After a while, you’ll see them flying all over the sky."
Jasmine Yale paused for a mont, then smiled: "Did you bring here just to see this?"
"What do you think?"
Jasmine Yale’s face was beaming with a smile, her heart pounding.
So it was to show her the fireflies.
The request she made at Mr. Dick’s manor, he actually rembered.
Her hand rested on his arm, unwilling to let go, wanting to lean on him, secretly.
Sylvan Cheney turned off the car lights.
Suddenly, inside and outside the car was total darkness, where you couldn’t see your fingers.
The fireflies beca clear, little glows gathering more and more.
At first, they were only a few, but gradually, more and more.
In the darkness, Jasmine Yale grew bolder, not moving her hand away, still resting it on his arm.
This ti, Sylvan Cheney didn’t push her away as before, allowing her to do so.
As he indulged, she grew bolder, simply moving closer to him.
In such darkness, neither could see the other’s expression, only the fireflies outside circling and dancing.
Neither spoke, both savoring this rare tranquility.
They could hear each other’s breathing, so close.
After the car lights were off, more fireflies gathered, even surrounding the entire car.
This many fireflies, Jasmine Yale had never seen before.
With the backdrop of the bamboo forest, the fireflies danced joyfully, a pristine beauty rarely seen.
Jasmine Yale held her breath, quietly gazing out the window.
The night was enchanting, the glow captivating.
Sylvan Cheney watched with her.
In the glow outside the window, Sylvan Cheney could see the subtle expressions on Jasmine Yale’s face—surprise, amazent, joy.
She watched in fascination, deeply attracted by the beauty outside the window.
The tail end of sumr, she had not expected to see fireflies, and... with him.
Everything felt like a dream.
When they were both hurt and struggling in the river, perhaps neither expected that sowhere in this world, at so ti, they would et again.
She never thought, that even with his lost mory, Sylvan Cheney would still treat her well.
Is it instinct? Or subconscious?
Perhaps, so things are like being carved into the heart with a knife. Although the heart has no mory function, it beats, it moves, it senses.
Reunion, just right with the spring flowers and the autumn moon.
The stars in the sky and the fireflies on the ground complented each other, rging into a wondrous scene.
Jasmine Yale’s eyes also sparkled with starlight. She earnestly savored this mont, wanting to engrave all of it in her heart.
Fireflies surrounded the entire Maybach, light was everywhere by the windows.
Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney’s faces were illuminated. Jasmine, gathering courage, moved her hand from his arm to his fingers.
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