The weather is gradually cooling down.
The first cold wave in Cakago arrived on a rainy day.
Late autumn had ended with dry yellow leaves, and the bleak early winter had arrived.
This day happened to be a Saturday.
Because of the rain, Sylvan Cheney stayed in bed longer with Jasmine Yale.
He wasn't fond of sleeping in, but seeing Jasmine Yale sleeping peacefully, he turned to his side, quietly watching her sleeping face.
In her dreams, Jasmine Yale was exceptionally quiet, like a soft and cute bunny, unmoving, her lips slightly upturned. Her eyelashes were long, thick, and dark, her nose small and high, her cheeks rosy.
Sylvan Cheney didn't know how many times he had carefully looked at this fair and beautiful face.
But it seemed he never tired of it.
Outside the window, the rain poured down heavily, and the sky was gloomy.
The entire bedroom appeared very dim.
It was unclear how long he watched her before Jasmine Yale stirred and moved closer to him.
