It was just something Jasmine Yale said to cheer him up, but he took it seriously and immediately brightened up.
The atmosphere on the street was still bustling, it was the city center after all, noisy and chaotic.
Inside the car and outside almost seemed like two different worlds.
"Jasmine Yale," he called her name again.
"Hmm?" Jasmine looked up at him in the dim light.
"Jasmine Yale."
"..."
"Jasmine."
"..." Jasmine glared at him, "Stop calling my name."
"Then you call my name." Sylvan Cheney smiled at her with pressed lips, evidently quite drunk.
Jasmine didn't want to respond.
She thought he was talking too much.
"Jasmine Yale."
"Jasmine Yale."
"Stop calling my name!" Jasmine was annoyed.
"I'm afraid that I'll wake up and not remember you." Sylvan said seriously, "If I call it more, I won't forget."
His voice was very soft, carrying a bit of hoarseness.
But Jasmine's heart trembled, for a moment her mind went blank.
He already didn't remember her.
