Jasmine Yale's eyes held an indecipherable look.
Sylvan Cheney... it was him.
"Jasmine, are you leaving again after this visit? Which city are you living in now?" Grandma Connor asked.
Jasmine Yale seemed dazed, taking a long time to come back to her senses.
Her head felt slightly dizzy.
Seeing Jasmine's pale complexion, Grandma Connor quickly asked, "Girl, are you feeling unwell? Would you like to come inside and sit down? It's cold today because of the rain. Willow Wave City has had several days of rain, and I'm afraid it will continue for a few more days."
"No, thank you." Jasmine declined politely, "I would like to have a look inside."
"Oh, oh, you don't have the keys then, you should call a locksmith."
"Mm-hmm." Jasmine nodded, her eyes losing their sparkle and luster.
Grandma Connor was very enthusiastic; it had been fifteen years since she last saw Jasmine, and she had so many questions she wanted to ask.
