Didn't this girl go abroad? And I heard she's been separated from Sylvan Cheney for a long time.
In her heart, Jasmine Yale was not a match for Sylvan Cheney, so it's good they split up.
But her doubts still weren't resolved...
She didn't dare ask a single question, lowered her head, and walked ahead with an umbrella.
Behind her were heavy footsteps.
Qiana Childe's grave was some distance from the entrance, but it didn't take long to reach it.
Though Jasmine Yale couldn't speak, she could still see; this was a row of graves, and right now she was stopping at the grave of Sylvan Cheney's mother—Qiana Childe.
She never imagined she would see Qiana Childe in this way.
A peculiar feeling crept into her heart.
Or maybe there was no feeling at all.
The cold rain hit her body, slowly numbing her, and she was almost devoid of sensation.
The rain blurred her vision, but her gaze remained fixed on the gravestone.
