Her Little Jasmine was the best in her eyes, kind and innocent.
Jasmine Yale took it, looking down and playing with the little furry doll's hands and feet.
The rain outside kept pouring down nonstop; due to the temperature difference, a thin layer of white mist condensed on the glass window.
Passersby on the road all held umbrellas, creating a view filled with bursts of color everywhere.
Ann Nolan's car wasn't driving fast; she deliberately chose a square that was still quite far away.
That way, Jasmine wouldn't run into Sylvan Cheney again.
All the way, Ann Nolan kept Jasmine company with conversation.
Jasmine's expression was very serene; she alternated between hugging the little doll and playing mobile games.
"Ann, this game is pretty fun, do you play it?"
"I've played it before, but it's too much of a rip-off, so I quit."
"Haha," Jasmine laughed, "I'm not a rip-off, I'll carry you."
As she spoke, Jasmine bent down to use Little Cheney to unleash a powerful move.
