Not knowing how long she had stood there, it wasn't until the cold wind hit her face that she tightened her scarf and silently left.
The mall was brightly lit, and the temporary clearing had not dampened anyone's shopping enthusiasm.
The baby's breath flowers Jasmine Yale bought seemed lost somewhere, probably dropped amidst the crowd earlier.
Lost items can never be recovered.
Jasmine Yale walked slowly on the street, following the bright road without any particular destination.
The weather was getting colder.
Jasmine Yale didn't linger long on the street. After wandering aimlessly for a while, she left.
At home, Butler Santana had already prepared hot water.
Jasmine Yale searched the closet for clothes, only to realize she couldn't find a sweater she loved. It must have been left at Sylvan Cheney's apartment.
She knew the code to Sylvan Cheney's apartment and could go there anytime, but after glancing at the closet, she didn't feel like retrieving it.
