This was a kind of imperceptible poison that had already infiltrated his marrow without him realizing it, and by the time he discovered it, it was too late.
Once upon a time, whenever he fancied something, his first reaction turned into "She would definitely like this"...
The poison that infiltrated the bones couldn't be removed.
After Sylvan Cheney said this, the most surprised was Jasmine Yale.
He... would he still be like this after losing his memory?
The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.
She smiled: "What about when we have a baby in the future? What rank would I hold in your heart?"
"First, always first."
"You're quite good at sweet-talking." Jasmine Yale actually felt quite pleased inside.
Sylvan Cheney's apartment was some distance from where Jasmine Yale lived, and it took a long time for the car to get there.
When the car stopped outside the neighborhood, the wind happened to pick up, blowing Jasmine Yale's hair into disarray.
