The hillside was very quiet, and after descending the hill, she got on a bus back to the county town.
The county town was much more bustling than the cemetery; Willow Wave City was no longer the Willow Wave City she knew.
The year she left, there hadn't been so many skyscrapers!
Although it couldn't compare to Landon, it had also become quite lively.
After Jasmine Yale got on the bus, she silently looked out the window until the bus drove far away.
Throughout the journey, she never saw the Rolls-Royce parked far away.
Nor did she see the tall, young man in a black suit.
The man sat in the car smoking and, shortly after she left, stood in front of the cemetery, crushed out his cigarette, and stared intently at the tombstone.
Jasmine Yale came to the county town for no other reason than to visit her hometown.
Her hometown was slightly on the outskirts, to the north of the county town.
In an old residential area.
