She was still haggling with him.
"Jasmine Yale, don't push my limits!" Sylvan Cheney shouted at her.
Jasmine Yale felt his icy gaze and frosty look, she knew he was angry.
They hadn't seen each other for a few days, and he was raging as soon as he returned. What kind of person was he?
Couldn't he have a proper conversation with her? It's not like they couldn't discuss things... What was all the anger about, he had such a bad temper.
She raised her hand and wiped her eyes with the back of it.
She was crying very sadly, her shoulders trembling.
She walked out while crying.
She was wearing slippers, stepping on the soft carpet, dragging her heavy legs one step at a time.
It was just past three o'clock in the afternoon, with the blazing sun overhead and the incessant cicadas.
Bright sunlight baked the earth; even the green leaves felt scorched, and the air swirled with hot molecules and restless vibes.
