Her smile further reddened Sylvan Cheney's eyes.
At this moment, Sylvan Cheney was like an enraged lion, with a surge of anger in his chest, as overwhelming as a mighty river.
Jasmine Yale kept looking at him, noticing that his shirt collar was askew, and he was still wearing the clothes from when he left this morning.
In the flickering, hazy lights, he was just as handsome and pleasing to the eye.
She just wanted to look at him a little longer...
Jasmine Yale extended her right hand, the one she could still lift.
She reached out to him.
In an instant, Sylvan Cheney's heart shattered into pieces.
He wanted to rush over, to hold her in his arms, to tell her it was all right, just a nightmare.
Seeing Jasmine Yale covered in blood, even on her forehead, and the blood still flowing from her shoulder blade, the emotions of collapse, despair, and anger burst forth in his heart, and with a "twang," the string in his heart snapped!
Sylvan Cheney raised his handgun.
