An elegant, gentle woman ought to be cherished tenderly.
As proud as her mother was, if not for finding a place to live, why would she yield to Kaine Zahir.
Jasmine Yale thought and thought, and tears involuntarily flowed down.
The past is unbearable to revisit.
She lay in bed for the entire morning, did not eat breakfast, nor lunch.
Around two or three in the afternoon, she touched her stomach, and crawled out of bed feeling uncomfortable.
After freshening up, she warmed up the oatmeal porridge left by Butler Santana, sat alone on the empty balcony, sipping porridge and watching the rain, her heart stirred with waves.
The balcony was not warm, compared to sunny days, it was quite desolate.
She gazed at the distant birds and mountains, her eyes blurry.
After finishing the porridge, she stood up and quietly went to the bedroom to pack her luggage.
No matter how tough the days are, counting on fingers one can endure them, even though every second feels like a year.
