The square was crowded with people. Even though they were submerged in the crowd, they still attracted countless glances.
The autumn night wasn't too cold, and Jasmine Yale wore a trench coat, her hands tucked into the pockets, her expression quiet and serene.
Sylvan Cheney held the roses for her, matching her pace, walking leisurely.
"What do you generally do on weekends?" Sylvan asked.
"Me? I'm very lazy, even lazier after getting pregnant. Usually... I stay home, read some books, do a bit of work, or make some desserts, anyway, I don't go out much."
"Wasting your youth."
"Hey, what do you mean by wasting youth? You're not any better than me, right? With overtime, social gatherings, business trips, all kinds of work, you don't call that a waste of youth? Plus, I don't know what the point is of you working so hard."
"Purpose? What purpose is there in work? It's just to pass the time." Sylvan said lightly, with a deep and tranquil look in his eyes.
