"Worthless things don't need to be returned to me!" Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.
The red string landed in Jasmine Yale's palm, resembling a lovely little baby, and the red bean was even more adorable.
"You can just throw it away," Jasmine Yale said lightly, "Even if you give it to me, I won't keep it, it'll end up in the trash can anyway."
"Jasmine Yale, you have no heart!"
"Whether I have a heart or not is defined by you; you say I have one when you think I'm good, and say I don't when you think I'm bad. But whether I have a heart, only I know best."
Sylvan Cheney gritted his teeth, unable to retort for a moment. When it came to arguing, he was no match for her.
She would not argue with him, but once she did, he had no room to defend himself.
