Jasmine Yale lowered her head, her unfocused gaze resting only on the kite in her hands, her pupils lacking focus.
She didn't tie up her hair today; her short hair fell down, not long enough to cover half her face.
The redness on her face faded, leaving only pallor.
There were no waves in her heart, in reality, she didn't dare have any emotional fluctuations.
If he likes to reprimand her, then let him reprimand…
"Jasmine Yale, sometimes I really want to…" Sylvan Cheney gritted his teeth, hesitated, "When did you cut your hair? Who went with you? That guy named Cheng?"
"Can you stop mentioning Yukon? He's still not awake, with multiple fractures, do you know how I feel? When I had a high fever and fainted in the bathroom, it was him who carried me to the hospital; when I came to Cakago to study abroad, his family took me in, gave me a well-paying part-time job, and Yukon's mom always treated me like a daughter. And you, Sylvan Cheney, where were you at that time?"
