Jasmine Yale spoke calmly, but she noticed a shift in Sylvan Cheney's eyes.
Back when she was eight, she was also like this, scared of doing anything and only daring to follow him.
His memory was better than hers; if she hadn't forgotten, he definitely hadn't either.
"So, asking me over tonight, was it to reminisce? Hm?" Sylvan squinted at her.
She didn't know how much she had drunk, her cheeks flushed with a reddish tint, and a dazed glow in her eyes.
One hand holding a wine glass, she sometimes talked while taking sips of red wine, the action quite casual.
"Not really, just suddenly felt a bit sentimental. What's the point of reminiscing? The past is always the past. Whether sweet or bitter, it has all passed. The future is what's worth looking forward to, right?" Jasmine propped her cheek in her hand, her big eyes looking directly at her.
She couldn't remember when she last looked at him like this.
