I didn't use to like studying that much, but now that I'm older, I've calmed down a lot.
Looking back, I regret it.
When I was young, I was bold and carefree, I wonder where I got the guts to pursue a man like Sylvan Cheney.
He is a man that she should only look up to like a star, like the moon in the sky.
How can a humble little grass stand shoulder to shoulder with the stars...
The rain outside the window is pouring, the sky is overcast.
"Lofty ideals..."
Jasmine Yale is sitting at the table, reciting phrases and sketching.
The pen tip slides across the snowy white paper, leaving a stroke of black traces.
Outside, the sound of rain is noisy, but the room is unusually peaceful.
The desk lamp lights up the table, warm and soft.
During this period since returning to the country, she has been very dedicated to her work, but she always feels... she could do better.
She thought, she is still young, and she has plenty of time to become excellent.
