The car couldn't drive in, so Sylvan Cheney got out first and opened a black umbrella.
He held Jasmine Yale as she walked out, tilting most of the umbrella over her head.
After taking a couple of steps, he stopped, tossed the umbrella to her, and squatted down: "Don't move."
"Hmm?" Jasmine Yale looked down.
Sylvan Cheney rolled up a part of her pant leg so it wouldn't get muddy.
His long fingers were exceptionally pleasing to the eye, and from Jasmine Yale's angle, she could see his delicate and focused eyebrows, with gentle starlight in his eyes.
Jasmine Yale's heart twitched.
He was still so good to her…
Even losing his memory couldn't change some things engraved on the heart, could it?
As he rolled up her pant leg, Jasmine Yale moved the umbrella more over him, a sweet sensation spreading in her heart.
Streetlights, rain, a silent path.
All around them was peace and tranquility.
