"Have you gotten used to living alone?"
"Being alone... at first, of course, it's not easy. Slowly, it gets better."
"In the future, you'll have me, so you won't be alone."
Jasmine Yale liked listening to him speak; his voice was very pleasant.
Holding his warm body, resting her small head in the nook of his neck, that was the greatest happiness for her.
Glory and wealth, fine clothes and good food, none compared to his smile for her.
She just held him like that, doing nothing, listening to his breathing and the sound of the rain outside the window.
Content and at peace.
"In a few days, I need to go on a business trip to Old York. I'll take you home to stay for a few days first?" Sylvan Cheney said.
"Sure, you don't need to worry about me when you're busy with work. I can take care of myself." Jasmine Yale wasn't clingy, "Dress warmly when you're outside. It's getting cold, don't catch a cold."
