"But Jasmine, your mother is really good to you," Grandma Connor sighed. "When you have time, come back and see her more often. She must miss you a lot."
"Grandma, has nobody come to this place at all since then?"
Jasmine Yale looked toward the entrance, deeply moved.
Her gaze was profound, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Fifteen years had passed.
"No one," Grandma Connor shook her head.
However, she thought about it and suddenly, a bright gleam passed through her eyes.
She corrected herself, "Well, not no one. There was one time, not exactly in the middle of the night, but around 8 or 9 in the evening, a car stopped not too far away. Then I saw a few men come here."
Men?
"What kind of men?" Jasmine frowned.
