Suddenly, she remembered the year they were reunited; he had put high heels on her just like this.
At that time, she asked him a question: "Sylvan Cheney, do you know what it means for a man to put shoes on a woman in my hometown?"
What it means, it means he wants to marry her.
At this moment, her bright eyes looked at him, her lips moved slightly, wanting to ask again.
But in the end, she did not ask.
"Walk a few steps for me to see," Sylvan Cheney said.
Jasmine Yale obediently stood up and took a couple of steps.
The size of the shoes was just right, not too big or too small, the heels were stable, they really were beautiful, like crystal shoes, Cinderella's crystal shoes.
The diamonds sparkled with a lustrous shine under the light, bright and brilliant.
"I really like them," Jasmine Yale smiled, "It's just a pity that there aren't many occasions to wear such beautiful shoes."
"You'll have the chance," he replied.
"They must have been expensive?" Jasmine Yale asked.
