"Why are you crying?" Sylvan Cheney held her in his arms without turning on the light.
In the dark, he could only hear her intermittent sobs, as if she was deeply aggrieved.
"..." Jasmine Yale didn't speak, just crying.
Sylvan Cheney's expression darkened, "Is my technique bad?"
"..."
"Did I hurt you?"
"..."
"Speak."
"..." Jasmine Yale sobbed twice, "Are you going to take responsibility?"
"What?"
"Are you planning to take responsibility for me?" Jasmine asked while crying.
This time, it was Sylvan's turn to be at a loss for words.
"Do you not plan to take responsibility for me, and as soon as day breaks, send me to the airport and tell me to roll back to Cakago?"
Sylvan closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, feeling a headache.
"Stop making a fuss." His voice was hoarse as he tried to soothe her.
Jasmine cried even harder, her cries echoing inside the car, her fists pounding on his chest again and again.
