"He's with you now, right?" Jasmine Yale finally spoke.
But she didn't hear a response; on the other end, the call was disconnected.
Jasmine Yale silently put down the phone, her gaze still fixed on the lake before her, with indescribable depth in her eyes.
For a long time.
She took out the SIM card and threw it into the water.
Out of sight, out of mind.
She couldn't endure this iceberg-like coldness, nor his silence; this was neither the love nor the marriage she wanted.
Her long eyelashes fluttered as she turned away from the park.
The sunlight was still nice, and a faint scent wafted through the air, perhaps from blooming plum blossoms.
The new year was approaching, and she would be happier than him.
The Christmas spirit hadn't faded yet, and streets were already preparing for New Year's Day.
The streets were bustling with colorful lights and cheerful laughter.
