Perhaps because fifteen years had passed, Jasmine Yale's emotions were concealed deep in her eyes, not displayed too intensely.
She spoke calmly with her mother.
In fact, over the years, she had always longed for someone by her side to talk to, someone who would listen to her chatter and not find her annoying in the slightest.
Her mom used to be like that, she would tell her about any fun things that happened at school.
"Mom, do you think I've become prettier or uglier? But you can't dislike me, okay?" Jasmine rambled on, "I really miss the food you used to cook. I haven't forgotten, I still remember."
"Mom, do you like my new haircut? I've been busy with studies recently and had no time to deal with my hair, so I cut it short. I miss how it was before when you washed my hair and braided it into pretty little plaits for me. I miss you so much..."
There was an endless depth in Jasmine's eyes, her long eyelashes dotted with a few droplets of water, hazy with mist.
