Little Clementine kept staring at Sylvan Cheney, while Sylvan was also watching the mother and daughter.
Jasmine Yale's words were devoid of warmth, even somewhat cold.
After a long silence, Sylvan slowly spoke, "Little Clementine resembles you a lot, she'll probably look a lot like you when she grows up."
"Naturally, Little Clementine will certainly resemble me."
"The gold bracelet I bought for her, why isn't she wearing it?" Sylvan noticed Little Clementine's empty wrist.
"She doesn't like it."
"Oh." Sylvan nodded in understanding, "Is it hard for you to take care of Little Clementine alone?"
"Not hard at all, it's quite good, if you weren't around."
Sylvan slightly closed his eyes, the sunset's light fell on his cold, sharp features, casting a faint glow over him.
He remained silent for a while, unsure of how to speak.
After a pause, he said, "It's summer again, time flies, we've known each other for a year."
