Jasmine Yale was having dinner at her table when she received a call from Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan's staff were watching her closely, and the weather was cold, so they didn't let her go out.
In the evening, the snow finally stopped intermittently.
A thick layer of white snow had accumulated on the top of the grass and tree branches.
She was watching the snow outside the window, while eating the dinner delivered by the housemaid.
As the night darkened, the white snow under the street lamp became even more beautiful, exceptionally enchanting. The light yellow haze from the street lamp shone on the thick snow.
The moon also came out, with its light like soft silk, gentle as water.
Jasmine was eating her favorite fish balls, without too much distraction.
She became even more determined about some matters that she had been pondering over since her days in Sinkapore.
"Jasy..."
Suddenly, her phone rang and she answered it.