"It's not my fault for being good-looking." Sylvan Cheney frowned.
"Then I'd rather find someone not good-looking, who can live a stable life!"
"What can I do then..." Sylvan Cheney found himself in a dilemma.
"Forget it, I'm not discussing this with you." Jasmine Yale backed down a bit, knowing that discussing anything with him at this moment was pointless; he'd forget everything when he woke up.
"Halloween is interesting." Sylvan Cheney seemed to have noticed the bustling street outside the window.
"Yeah."
"Will you bring me back for Halloween next year?"
"I don't know." Jasmine Yale responded indifferently; she really didn't know.
A step forward brings a field of thorns; a step back leads to an abyss, caught in a dilemma.
Where is the starry sky and sea to gaze upon...
"Why don't you know?" Sylvan Cheney wasn't satisfied with this answer, "If you don't bring me, I'll just bring you."
His arm was still tightly wrapped around Jasmine Yale.
