Jasmine Yale sighed, in so ways, he was still the sa as before.
Sylvan Cheney brought her so snacks.
Jasmine Yale happily opened a pack of cucumber-flavored chips, ate one, and smiled at him.
When she smiled, Sylvan Cheney also smiled.
This side of Jasmine Yale was like an immature little girl, completely different from the sharp-tongued, unyielding Jasmine Yale of before.
While Sylvan Cheney was cooking in the kitchen, Jasmine Yale sat on the sofa playing on the computer.
When she won, she would giggle, and when she lost, she wasn’t so happy.
The apartnt was large, and the sunlight was ample.
Occasionally, she would turn around and see Sylvan Cheney bustling in the kitchen.
The tall, straight figure of the man radiated a holy atmosphere, he truly was different from before, very different.
The forr Sylvan Cheney was like a deity on high, cold, aloof, indifferent, and silent, soone she wanted to approach but didn’t dare to.
Back then, she would weigh her words carefully before speaking to him, afraid of saying the wrong thing, afraid of displeasing him.
Their latest rift before he lost his mory was during Qingming Festival.
She still rembered those days when he went to the cetery to keep vigil for Qiana Childe, while she cried alone at the Cheney Residence.
Looking back now, it felt like a dream.
Back then, fearing his displeasure, she didn’t even dare to ntion her mother’s na.
Willow Wave City wasn’t far from Landon, but she didn’t dare to ntion visiting her mother to him, nor did she dare to offer incense for her mother.
Back then, she loved cautiously, unlike now, where she is so carefree, untroubled, transparent and clear.
Now she could unreservedly ask him about his feelings, his mood, and say whatever was on her mind without any hesitation.
He has also changed, no longer closing off his heart, but willing to let her in, willing to explain things to her, willing to patiently speak his mind.
The forr Sylvan Cheney was profound and reserved, but now he exudes the warmth of daily life, no longer an untouchable, lofty existence.
Jasmine Yale quietly played her ga.
Sotis, she couldn’t tell if his mory loss was good or bad.
Although losing eighteen years of shared mories was quite a pity, she preferred him to live without burdens, never again bearing the blood feud of the past.
If a person bears too much and never learns to express it, they will collapse.
She couldn’t bear that.
The current Sylvan Cheney had a bit of a temper, so little thoughts, but no longer advanced with a heavy load like before.
"What are you thinking about?" Sylvan Cheney had sohow walked up behind her.
"Ah." Jasmine Yale snapped out of her thoughts, turned to look at him, "Nothing, just spacing out."
"Just made so fish balls, have a taste." Sylvan Cheney picked up a white fish ball with chopsticks and brought it to her lips.
Jasmine Yale took a bite, her eyes forming crescents as she smiled.
The rich flavor was delightful, especially delicious.
After eating, she coyly demanded, "Feed another."
Sylvan Cheney laughed and picked another one for her, feeding it into her mouth.
In the sun-drenched room, Jasmine Yale felt a bit disoriented—
These days, they’re really wonderful.
"Boss, you’re really good at cooking. Compared to you, my skills are poor, I won’t cook anymore in the future."
"If you want to be lazy, just say so." Sylvan Cheney teased, "I cook, I wash the dishes, what will you do? Hmm?"
"Do... you."
"Oh?" Sylvan Cheney squinted his eyes, like a cunning wolf.
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