When Jasmine Yale once again set foot in Landon, it was already the peak of winter.
The air was filled with a chilling sharpness that pierced her face with every gust of wind, like an ice-cold needle.
The world was desolate and vast under the bleak sky.
Jasmine wrapped her red scarf tighter around her, burying her face within.
It was so cold!
Landon seemed especially freezing this year.
As soon as she stepped onto this ground, a wave of familiarity washed over her.
This was, after all, the place where she had lived for fifteen years, not without some lingering memories.
She had lived here for fifteen years.
Joe Heath's Porsche was parked ostentatiously outside the airport.
"Jasmine, have you been waiting long?" He hopped out of the car, "I was held up by a few shareholders. Sorry, for being late."
Jasmine shook her head with a smile, "No, I just arrived."
"Why didn't you dress warmer? You must be freezing."
