In her memory, Lana Fern was a domineering woman.
She never thought there would come a day when she would seek help from others.
Jasmine Yale didn't think much about it; she and Lana Fern would no longer cross paths. Let her ask whoever she wanted.
After Jasmine Yale came out of the bathroom, it so happened that Ann Nolan had finished eating.
They sat and chatted for a while before leaving the seafood restaurant to walk along the City Moat.
There was a breeze by the river, and the weather was neither cold nor hot. The evening air carried the fresh scent of aquatic plants and a pleasant tranquility.
There were many people along the City Moat, strolling and talking.
Rows of streetlights reflected on the water, beautifully picturesque.
"Jasmine, do you really miss Chale?" asked Ann.
Although Jasmine Yale had not mentioned it, Ann could see it.
Jasmine Yale nodded slightly, "Yes, I do."
"If you really miss him that much, why don't you give him a call?"
