Chapter 1592: Chapter 1592: Wait Until Summer, I’ll Take You to See Fireflies
Sylvan Cheney stroked her hair, the doting tenderness in his eyes as gentle as willow branches in March, brushing away the chill of winter.
“Spring is here. When the flowers bloom a little more, I’ll take you out for a walk.” Sylvan held her close. “And when summer comes, I’ll take you to see fireflies, hmm?”
He knew she loved watching fireflies.
In her childhood, the environment was pristine. Every summer night she would open the window, and outside, fireflies danced—bright and sparkling like stars in the sky.
Later, as the environment deteriorated, although the Cheney Residence still had decent surroundings, the number of fireflies gradually dwindled.
She dearly loved summer.
During those summers, after she finished her homework, she would sit by the window in her bedroom, resting her chin on her hand as she gazed outside.
Outside, insects flew, clouds drifted, and the world was full of ease and comfort.
One time, she murmured to him, “There are fewer fireflies now. Summer doesn’t feel the same anymore.”
Not long after, he went out of his way to improve the environment near the Cheney Residence and even had people release a good number of fireflies into the area.
She didn’t know this. Still so innocent and excited, she told him joyfully, “There’ve been more fireflies recently! Is the environment getting better?”
Jasmine Yale nodded, nestled in his arms, clutching him tighter: “You have to keep your word.”
His body carried a refined Agarwood Fragrance, and she loved leaning against his chest, holding him securely for peace of mind.
Jasmine didn’t let go, and Sylvan didn’t let go either.
She remained in his embrace for a long, long time.
The hallway was silent, with the faint smell of disinfectant wafting through the air.
“Let’s go home.” Jasmine rubbed against his sweater again, lifting her head, her watery eyes gazing up at him.
“Hmm, should I carry you?” He lowered his head, looking at her petite figure.
“No need, I’m still on my period.” Jasmine arched her lips in a light smile.
Sylvan ruffled her hair, wrapped an arm around her waist, and walked toward the elevator. His expression was cold yet dignified.
Outside, the sunlight was dazzling, and the long, soft willow branches swayed gracefully in the spring breeze—unlike Landon’s barren winter landscape, the city’s early spring view now held patches of tender green.
It was like adding green pigment to a refined ink painting, the color gradually spreading.
Soon, the whole of Landon would be shrouded in vibrant greenery.
Medical department.
As Sylvan and Jasmine left, Aunt May tidied up the patient’s files, preparing for surgery.
She had only one surgery scheduled today, and once it was done, she could head home.
Her office was on a private floor, and due to her reputation, the patients who booked appointments with her were invariably wealthy or influential.
While organizing the documents, Aunt May’s expression was stern and meticulous, her sharp eyes carefully scanning the text and images.
“Knock knock knock”—
Suddenly, someone knocked on her office door.
Aunt May frowned slightly. She didn’t have any other appointments today, and her assistant was not at the hospital either.
Had Sylvan and Jasmine returned?
“Who is it?” Aunt May adjusted her glasses.
“Aunt May, it’s me.” From outside, a young woman’s voice rang out.
Aunt May frowned deeply. Few people addressed her as “Aunt May,” yet this voice was somewhat unfamiliar.
Always vigilant, Aunt May stood up and asked again, “Who are you?”
“Aunt May, I’m Lana.” The woman chuckled lightly. “I happened to pass by the hospital and brought you some fruit.”
Lana?
Aunt May adjusted her glasses and thought for a moment.
Which Lana?