"Okay, okay, you're the most handsome and the best." Jasmine Yale pacified him like a child.
He's in trouble now, probably couldn't handle any jabs.
She decided not to tease him anymore.
"..." Sylvan Cheney was speechless.
Jasmine Yale, with books in hand, headed out: "Can I go to your study to read? Can I borrow your computer? I promise I won't mess with your stuff."
"Mm." Sylvan Cheney acquiesced.
Jasmine Yale couldn't quite explain her current feelings, as if the gloom of the past few days had been suddenly blown away by the wind.
The heavy stone that had been pressing on her heart had already shifted.
He came back, he was still alive, that's probably the luckiest thing.
Compared to life and death, everything else is trivial.
Jasmine Yale walked up the stairs to the study on the second floor.
The study had an open view, and by pushing the windows, you could see the scenery outside—
Pavilions, flowing streams, and fountains.
The scenery was beautiful and romantic.
