In the early afternoon, while Sylvan Cheney was in a eting, he received a text ssage from Jasmine Yale—
"I’m back ho, and I’ve tidied up the bed. Don’t find it botherso when you co back."
Sylvan Cheney imdiately replied with a text ssage: "Can you wait for to co ho for dinner?"
Sitting on the sofa, Jasmine Yale received the ssage, hesitated for a few seconds, and replied, "Are you coming back tonight?"
"Yes."
Only then did she type a few words: "Alright, I won’t leave. I’ll wait for you."
"Good girl."
Jasmine Yale looked at his text ssage and smiled.
She wasn’t a three-year-old child, what was "good girl" about that?
She hadn’t waited for him at ho for a long ti and really missed those waiting monts.
Waiting, though a boring and bland task, was sothing she did repeatedly ti and again, tirelessly.
She wasn’t a patient person by nature, but when it ca to waiting for him, she put all her patience and perseverance into it.
This boring task, however, made her nostalgic.
So much so that she genuinely sat on the sofa, watching TV while waiting for him to return ho.
The sun slowly set from the zenith until it dipped below the horizon.
The afterglow of the sunset painted the sky with brilliant hues, the orange-red light casting a tint on the white clouds, the surrounding buildings tall and majestic, standing against the sunset.
The round sun gradually dipped down until nightfall set in, and the city lights began to shine.
Ti passed by, minute by minute.
A thin blanket covered Jasmine Yale’s legs, and the sound of the television was the only noise in the apartnt.
With her head resting on her hand, she felt no drowsiness, her big eyes fixed on the TV.
The TV show wasn’t particularly interesting.
Jasmine Yale’s heart was entirely tied to Sylvan Cheney’s whereabouts, rising and falling.
She was waiting for him to co ho.
Outside, it was a tranquil dark night, stretching into the distance.
Occasionally, Jasmine Yale lowered her head to take a sip of lemon water, the rim of the cup shrouded in a light white mist.
However, as ti ticked away, Sylvan Cheney still hadn’t co back.
Just as she was starting to doze off, Sylvan Cheney’s call ca through!
"Jasmine, I received a last-minute funding notice from the bank. I have to fly to Old York tonight. I’m sorry, don’t wait for ."
"Did you bring your luggage? How long will you be gone?" Jasmine Yale rubbed her eyes.
"About three or four days, Kade Yuvan already prepared my luggage."
"In that case, take care, don’t overwork yourself. Call when you arrive."
"I’m sorry, rember to eat on ti, don’t wait for ."
Jasmine Yale nodded: "I will rember, you should also rember to eat. It’s already late."
"Hmm, you can sleep in my apartnt."
"Who wants to sleep in your apartnt? It’s not like I don’t have my own ho; my bedroom’s bigger than yours, and I have several rooms! Besides, the décor in mine is prettier!"
From the other end, Sylvan Cheney’s low laugh ca: "Yes, it’s better than mine. If I move into a new house in the future, I’ll decorate it for you, okay?"
"Sure, you must keep your word," Jasmine Yale said, not holding onto too many negative emotions. Everyone has things beyond their control, and Sylvan Cheney is no exception, "Have you reached the airport?"
"I’m waiting for the plane. What gift would you like? I’ll bring you one."
"Gifts you ask for are aningless. Whatever catches your eye, bring it to . Last ti I went abroad, I actually brought back a gift for you, but you’ve been indifferent to , so I put that gift at the bottom of the box. This ti I’ll give it to you when you return."
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