Jasmine Yale always thought she had a short memory. If he was nice to her, she would forget all the terrible things he had done.
In fact, she forgot them after five minutes of walking with him on the street.
Holding the milk tea he bought for her, she chattered away.
She told him her teacher had specially praised her, she said she would work hard for the college entrance exam, and she even said she wanted to make dumplings for him, the kind she'd hand-make...
Sylvan Cheney didn't bring anyone else, accompanying her shopping alone and helping her pick out clothes.
Teenage girls truly look good in anything.
Tall and slim, with fair skin and cheeks that still carried a baby's roundness and glow.
Whatever he picked out, she would try on and it would fit perfectly.
However, he still preferred her in brighter colors, which suited her age better.
He wouldn't let her look at clothes in shades of grey and black, only choosing beautiful colors for her.
