Chapter 520: May you pick more, this object miss the most
When Jasmine Yale came out of the restroom, she saw the little Santa Claus running over again.
Seems to be bothering Sylvan Cheney.
She doesn’t know what makes Sylvan’s icy-faced popular.
But many people seemed to fall for it.
She herself had been utterly enchanted by that face.
As soon as Jasmine Yale came out, Sylvan lowered his voice and yelled at Chale Cheney——
Chale Cheney left with a wronged expression.
He could only look at Jasmine Yale from a distance, unwillingly.
As soon as Chale Cheney left, Sylvan turned towards Jasmine Yale.
“What do you want to play?” He asked, ruffling her hair a bit.
Jasmine Yale shook her head: “Let’s find a place to rest, I don’t want to play.”
Saying that, she walked towards a delicate sweets shop.
“Wait.” Sylvan called her.
Jasmine Yale paused, turned her head in confusion: “Huh?”
“Your shoelace has come undone.”
His voice was calm and composed.
Sylvan squatted down, his long fingers slightly curved, tying her white shoelaces for her.
Sylvan under the sun seemed to shed his usual indifference, showing a gentle expression.
She clutched the straps of her bag, her fingertips trembling slightly.
In her heart, as if something had touched it, a strange feeling spread out.
She standing, him squatting down.
Under the clear blue sky, the girl was beautiful and elegant, the man was handsome.
The ray of light shone, creating a beautiful scene, as beautiful as a painting.
Their figures entwined, the time was tranquil.
A few seconds later, he stood up.
He grasped her fingers: “Let’s go.”
Jasmine Yale was led away by him, her thoughts still lingering.
This was the first time he tied her shoelaces.
“Jasmine, in a few days, I will be going to the US to have a court case with Teagan Cheney, you stay in Landon.”
“He’s still causing trouble for you?”
“You are more of a gentleman than he is.” Jasmine Yale said indifferently.
Sylvan still regards Teagan Cheney as his father, but Teagan Cheney never regards Sylvan as his son.
Sylvan curved his lips, it was rare to hear her praise him.
They walked towards a sweets shop inside the amusement park, Sylvan chose a seat by the window.
The sunlight pouring down from the window was like shards of jade or diamonds.
Jasmine Yale lowered her head to stir the milk tea in her cup with a straw.
She looked at the red beans in the cup, each bean causing her to become dazed .
Red beans are from the south, blooming a few branches in the spring.
Men should pick more, this expresses longing the most.
She still remembers, back then, this poem… he taught her.
She, at nine years old, loved to play, hated to study, yet was forced by him to recite poems.
Every time that happened, she had complaints about him, she really hated him.
But every time he approached her, she would get flustered and confused.
She liked his fresh, restrained scent, his handsome, good-looking face, his subdued, deep voice…
She liked it even more when she blinked her big eyes and sneak peeked at him.
At nine years old, she didn’t understand what “longing” meant. After understanding it, her young heart throbbed.
This expresses longing the most…
So, longing is that feeling when he’s not with her, where she’s always dreaming about him?
Actually, not understanding the meaning of longing in one’s lifetime, that’s the best.
“What are you thinking?” Sylvan handed her a rose.
Jasmine Yale looked up: “When did you buy it?”
“When you were spacing out just now.”
The pink rose was pretty and flirtatious, vibrant and alluring.
Jasmine Yale didn’t take it.
The rose quietly lay beside her hand.
She had received roses before.