The campus is still the same one Jasmine Yale knew.
The fallen leaves are withered yellow, and the sunlight casts an oblique glow on the lawn. The university town in the afternoon is serene and peaceful, like a pure sanctuary.
Walking on familiar paths, Jasmine Yale's steps became much lighter, and her mood was not as heavy as before.
Yukon Carbon walked by her side, always protecting her, afraid that something might go wrong.
Sometimes he sighed, time really flies.
In the blink of an eye, Jasmine Yale had become a mother.
"I used to love this path. At the end of it is the library, and the scenery on both sides of the road changes with every season," Yukon Carbon and Jasmine Yale walked on a secluded road.
"I loved this path too. I enjoyed holding books and going to the library for self-study."
"Do you remember the department gala?" There's a gentle warmth in Yukon's eyes.
