Jasmine Yale was over the moon, she hadn't expected Sylvan Cheney to be so good to her.
He was meticulous and considerate in everything he did; his choice of meat and fish always ensured there were no bones left.
And just like that, Jasmine Yale enjoyed several years of bliss.
As she grew older, her actions became less hasty, and she actually became quite adept at eating fish.
Yet, whenever there was fish at the dinner table, Sylvan Cheney would still habitually pick out the bones for her.
Reflecting on the past, Sylvan Cheney knew that habits could be terrifying things, especially when they were deeply ingrained.
"In Cakago, you didn't eat fish? Hm?" Sylvan Cheney put the delicious piece of fish in her bowl.
"I did."
"Who picked out the bones for you?"
"Myself."
"…"
Jasmine Yale looked as if it was a matter of course.
"After returning, you don't know how to do anything?" Sylvan Cheney asked.
"You spoiled me; you're responsible."
