"You've worked hard, President."
"I can work a little harder, little one." He kissed her gently.
The room was full of sunlight, light and shadow intertwined.
This kind of afternoon is exceptionally pleasant, easily making one feel enchanted.
Jasmine Yale was like this, almost mistaking this beautiful late autumn time for a spring scene. Back then, green willows were light, and she loved snuggling in Sylvan Cheney's arms; he loved kissing her too.
It felt as if time hadn't moved far, as if dreaming.
I thought I'd never see him again in this lifetime.
Fortunately, she stood in time, and he could still find her through fate.
Perhaps, they're meant to entwine for a lifetime.
Sylvan Cheney held her, cautiously placing her onto the bed.
Jasmine Yale hooked her arms around his neck, refusing to let go, and bit twice hard on it, seeing a couple of kiss marks left there; only then did she smile smugly.
