Jasmine Yale walked along the pathway, her laughter faint and dreamy, "Do you want me to answer 'will' or 'won't'? Whatever answer you like to hear, I'll just say that."
"When did you become so obedient?"
"If I'm not obedient, what would you do if you don't let me go?" Jasmine Yale looked at him with a smile.
Sylvan Cheney was at a loss for words, as she always had a knack for catching him off guard.
The pathway through the plum grove was fragrant and pleasant.
Every corner of the Cheney Residence was filled with memories from her youth.
Sylvan Cheney walked slowly, following her.
She wouldn't let him follow, deliberately quickening her pace, moving ahead of him.
The road was long, lined with plum trees. When the weather got a bit colder, plum blossoms would bloom everywhere.
The faint scent of the plum blossoms, in all sorts of colors, was a delightful thought.
The weather was beautiful today, sunlight pouring down from overhead like shards of jade, like pearls.
