Sitting on the bench with his eyes closed, Sylvan Cheney seemed to have noticed her gaze and suddenly opened his eyes, glancing at her.
Jasmine Yale's heart skipped a beat and she avoided his sharp and cold gaze.
Jasmine Yale left the police station.
The sky was already dark, and although street lamps lit up the surroundings, she didn't know where to go or where to head.
The cold wind blew, and Jasmine Yale tightened her coat.
Her eyes held a bewildering haze, like a layer of mist covering them.
The light shone on her, making her face look very pale.
She stood for a long time, and the phone in her pocket rang.
"Jasmine."
"Aunt Camden..." She composed herself, lowered her voice, but her heart still inexplicably skipped a beat, "Yukon, he..."
"He's in surgery. Where are you? Can we meet?"
"I'm sorry, Aunt Camden," Jasmine Yale apologized, "I'll head over now."
"Alright."
The police station is about half an hour's drive to the hospital.
