Although they've been practically glued together during this time, Jasmine Yale still feels it's not enough.
They've known each other for eighteen years, but eight of those years were missing from each other's lives.
She doesn't want to be apart from him again.
Sunlight streams through the window, spilling its brilliance across the clear glass pane.
The interplay of light and shadow moves like the turning of stars.
Jasmine rests her chin in her palm, the golden rays falling on her profile, accentuating her fair and rosy complexion.
"When are you going to Cakago?"
"What are you thinking about going for?" Sylvan Cheney turned his gaze to her.
Under the sunlight, the man appears mature and intense, his sharply defined facial features exuding resilience and calm.
Yet when he looks at Jasmine, a tender softness like the willow buds of March flickers in his eyes.
His perfectly tailored casual suit complements his impeccable physique, and he quietly gazes at Jasmine.
