As soon as they returned, the apartment immediately felt lively; the once cold place now had warmth.
Jasmine Yale was wearing Sylvan Cheney's slippers, which didn't fit her well.
The slippers he had originally bought for her were still in the corner, Jasmine glanced at them but didn't wear them.
Sylvan Cheney also noticed: "Why don't you rest on the sofa for a bit, and I'll go out to buy you a pair of slippers."
"Sure, just throw those away." Jasmine raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Okay." Sylvan agreed compliantly.
"I'm not that much of a neat freak, but there are some things that I do care about, don't think I'm petty." Jasmine said quietly, her eyes fixed on him.
"You're right to be particular."
He helped her sit on the sofa, poured her a cup of hot water, and gently kissed her forehead: "Sit for a while, I'll be back soon."
"Alright."
Sylvan said he'd go, and immediately picked up the car keys and headed downstairs.
Jasmine sipped the hot water and opened his laptop.
