Under the lights, the crystal on the moon shimmered with a lustrous glow.
Little Clementine curiously stared at the hairpin.
"Want me to put it on for you?" Jasmine Yale asked her.
Little Clementine was still looking.
Jasmine Yale clipped the hairpin onto her dark, thick short hair, and it looked quite pretty.
Under the lamp, Jasmine Yale gazed at Little Clementine's delicate, sculpted face and smiled.
The more she smiled, the more her smile froze on her face, with a slow, dullness flowing in her eyes.
...
Sylvan Cheney didn't continue staying in Cakago; a few days later, he went on a business trip back to the Old York Headquarters.
The night stars were especially clear, with light clouds floating in the sky.
The president's office was situated on the top floor, and below the floor-to-ceiling windows stretched an endless city, ablaze with lights, glittering and prosperous—this was the busiest part of Old York.
