Jasmine Yale was listening very slowly, almost turning it off and on.
Her mind was filled with various pieces of information, too much to digest.
She had an indescribable feeling in her heart, her eyes were filled with bewilderment...
Human nature is a complex thing, she had not studied it, but she had seen various kinds of people.
Yolanda Fern and Chris Fern, they were extremes.
When she turned off the recorder, the bedroom would become very quiet, only the sound of water from the bathroom could be heard.
The curtain was closed, and orange light from the wall lamp shone quietly on the gray-white wall.
Her gaze fell straight ahead.
Her heart was still pounding, thumping incessantly.
Light poured down from overhead, casting a soft glow on her face.
Her long lashes cast two rings of shadow at the bottom of her eyes, like butterfly wings, like thin slices.
