She didn't know how much time had passed before Jasmine Yale finally rose from the ground.
Her eyes were still filled with a bewildered light, and her hands tightly clutched the straps of her shoulder bag, trembling slightly.
She had come to her childhood home and found nothing.
It wasn't that everything was gone, but rather... someone had beaten her to it.
Jasmine walked out of the house in a daze, and it was already noon.
The rain outside continued to fall, like cow hair and willow seeds, gently floating in the air.
The neighborhood was very quiet, especially today on Qingming, and one could see the scattering of ash from the burnt offerings.
"Grandma Connor, I'm leaving now. I'll come see you next time I return," Jasmine called out to Grandma Connor at the doorway.
Grandma Connor's door was left open; she wiped her hands on her apron and hurried out.
