The noise and clamor, the pouring rain, all of it assaulted his already not entirely rational mind.
Jasmine Yale's frail body swayed in the rain, struggling intensely.
She didn't even know what was keeping her standing; under normal circumstances, with such cold rain and such severe injuries, there was no way she could hold on.
She just wanted to desperately stay awake, maybe she could see him one last time...
She missed him more than ever.
Over these twenty-odd years, she had spent more than half of her time in longing and waiting.
Sometimes, Sylvan Cheney could really be a bastard, why did he always make her wait...
If she could survive, she wanted to tell him that the waiting had been too long, even flowers would wither.
Her heart felt like it was being gripped by a hand, the pain unbearable, her whole body suffused with a pain that made it hard to breathe.
The bullet was lodged in her shoulder blade, blood still flowed out.
The sweater had turned red.
