Jasmine Yale remembered that it was the same that year.
But back then, it was she who had suggested going to the movies.
Abroad, indeed, no one would notice them, especially since Sylvan Cheney was dressed so inconspicuously today.
Jasmine had always been shorter than him, and it seemed, after all these years, she was still much shorter.
Walking beside him, Jasmine suddenly laughed, "You remind me of an older brother."
"Hmm?" Sylvan Cheney looked at her in surprise, "A protective brother?"
"Actually, when I was little, I always fantasized about having an older brother, so neither my mom nor I would be bullied, he would protect us, shield us from the wind and rain, and he would spoil me a lot," Jasmine said with a distant look in her eyes.
Having an older brother really must be nice.
On Sylvan's face was a composed expression, not in much agreement.
