"I can be tough, I can be strong."
"But with you, it's not like that at all."
Jasmine Yale's clear and gentle voice was like a lark's; as she began to sing softly, her voice spread like a spring breeze.
She swung her feet, and the bells on her feet sounded like accompanying instruments, ringing with the wind.
The alluring night, the intoxicating scenery.
Everything was exceptionally beautiful.
Yukon Carbon sat close to her, listening to her sing, his gaze gentle as it fell on the back of her hand.
At this moment, he felt all his persistence was worthwhile.
The effort wasn't for reward, nor for the so-called outcome; whether there was an outcome or not was the same to him. He just wanted to see the world's most beautiful scenery—her smile.
Now that he had seen it, he was very satisfied.
Unconsciously, the song ended.
She finished singing.
