If one could see his expression, it must be a hideous and awkward one now.
What Jasmine Yale said was true.
She truly hadn't given him a thought, not at all.
Her feelings for Kaine Zahir had long since become as bland as water.
Fifteen years ago, if she hadn't encountered Sylvan Cheney, she would have starved to death.
Her feelings towards Sylvan Cheney were complicated, but towards them, only hate and indifference remained.
Sentiments such as father-daughter love and blood being thicker than water.
How laughable…
"Jasmine, I know you hate me, but I really tried… I've been looking for you for many years… for a long time…"
"I told you, I'm dead. The person standing in front of you is not Jasmine Yale."
"Jasmine, now that I've found you, I'm really excited… I know you don't believe me, and I can't prove it to you…"
"I told you, I am dead. Can't you understand?"
Jasmine Yale turned around, her indifferent gaze sweeping across his face.
"Jasmine, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
