Her heart felt as if it had been struck by a bell and drum.
Suddenly, she remembered the past years; from the first day she met him, she had almost always been chasing after his footsteps.
He walked fast, and she couldn't catch up, so she chased with all her might.
Many times, many times, she wanted to call out to him, wanting to ask him to wait for her, feeling aggrieved and exhausted, unable to move forward.
But he never waited for her.
It wasn't that she hadn't thought of giving up; when she was too tired, she would cry alone under the covers, like the time she confessed her feelings and he rejected her.
Now, hearing him say these words, her heart stirred with a multitude of emotions.
This kind of emotion, perhaps only she herself understood.
"Sylvan Cheney, sometimes I find you very annoying, very annoying. How can you expect me to do things you can't do yourself, but I..." Jasmine Yale sighed and withdrew the words she was about to say.
