Charles Mcintosh's tone carried a touch of nostalgia, his eyes glinting brightly.
This kind of weather easily leads one into memories.
"We were all young back then, although the training was tough, every day was genuinely fulfilling. A group of kids around the same age, when not training, would climb trees to catch birds, or go down rivers to catch fish. Little Lilac was one of the few girls, and she was amazing."
"She liked you for many years," Sylvan Cheney said.
Charles Mcintosh remained silent, clearly tears glistening in his eyes.
He tilted his head back, taking a sip of wine.
Wine into a sorrowful heart.
Sylvan Cheney wasn't as fixated on that time as Charles Mcintosh was, because it wasn't his happiest memory.
After fourteen, meeting Jasmine Yale was.
The little girl was the only light in his life, like the rising sun, dispelling all the gloom in his heart, bit by bit, from the initial dawn to the later cloudless sky.
