In the sunlight, Jasmine Yale resembles a kitten that has retracted its claws, staying still, her skin tinged with rosy hues, snowy and tender.

Her eyelashes are long, the light fragmented by the chaotic shadows of the trees, falling down, resting upon her.

In her serene state, Jasmine Yale’s lips curl slightly upwards.

As if she is smiling.

Her lips are untouched by lipstick, displaying a natural peach color, glossy and red.

Sylvan Cheney’s gaze drops, his throat moves, and his blood feels somewhat uncontrollable.

Jasmine Yale doesn’t open her eyes, she enjoys the late autumn sunlight with closed eyes.

Dreaming peacefully.

Staring at her sleeping face for a while, Sylvan Cheney restrains himself and takes off his coat.

The coat, carrying his body warmth, covers her, and Jasmine Yale moves her arm. She wasn’t really asleep, and now she opens her eyes in a daze.

His coat carries his scent, faint and subtle.

Feeling sleepy, she closes her eyes again.

Nearby, the sounds of children chasing and playing, bustling and unrestrained.

Sylvan Cheney lowers his head, bends down, and gazes at her face, carefully examining her eyebrows and facial contours.

Her delicate, pale face remains alone in his vision, and his amber eyes become increasingly clear and bright in the sunlight.

His head lowers further.

The desire inside him screams, roars.

Seeing her red lips, Sylvan Cheney kisses her.

Jasmine Yale suddenly awakens, raises her hand, and pushes Sylvan Cheney away, "What are you doing?"

Sylvan Cheney frowns.

"Sylvan Cheney, don’t overstep," she wipes her lips, looking disgusted to the extreme.

"Jasmine Yale, you’re too much!"

She lifts her eyelids, wipes again with force.

Sylvan Cheney’s eyes turn red, teeth clenched tightly.

"Sister, Bad Ancle stole a kiss from you, I saw it!" a little girl appears out of nowhere, standing by Jasmine Yale, becoming a righteous ambassador.

Jasmine Yale’s face turns red, in public view.

Sylvan Cheney’s ears also flush. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Don’t worry, sister, I will protect you."

"Little one, did you forget who helped you fly the kite just now?" Sylvan Cheney glances coldly.

"I’m going home now, need to give the kite back to sister, Bad Ancle, don’t bully sister, Big Baddy!" the little girl declares solemnly, "My neighbor classmate Cheney stole a kiss from little Lele, and the teacher dragged him to the office for an afternoon of punishment!"

"Kids, what do you know!" Sylvan Cheney retorts angrily.

The little girl makes a face at Sylvan Cheney, returns the kite to Jasmine Yale, and runs away swiftly.

Jasmine Yale lifts off his coat, tosses it back to him, "I’m heading home."

"Let me take you."

"No need."

Jasmine Yale departs with her belongings.

Sylvan Cheney stands still, staring stunned at her departing silhouette.

Her slender shadow grows distant, elongated under the sun.

Sylvan Cheney clutches the coat, suddenly chasing a few steps forward, shouting, "Jasmine Yale, are you leaving Cakago?"

Jasmine Yale pauses but doesn’t turn around.

Between them lies a distance neither too far nor too near.

For quite a while, she doesn’t speak.

"If you leave, let me know in advance, I’ll see you off," Sylvan Cheney’s deep voice quietly echoes behind.

"Okay," Jasmine Yale responds faintly, then leaves.

Her silhouette grows distant, until disappearing at the park gate, never to be seen again.

The autumn wind quietly blows, leaves gather and scatter.

Autumn sun glows bright like fireworks.