It was yet another summer.
Jasmine Yale had just eaten a shrimp and was resting her chin on her hands, gazing at Ann Nolan sitting opposite her.
Ann Nolan laughed, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Ann, if someone truly likes you, you would be all that he sees, right?"
Ann Nolan paused peeling her shrimp, a surge of emotion flickering in her eyes.
She nodded, her thoughts swirling, then calmly and indifferently said, "Yes."
It was a simple truth, liking someone meant only seeing and cherishing them and no one else.
Even if a thousand ships passed by, one wouldn't spare them a second glance.
It was like how she once felt about Zaiden Santos.
She liked him, initially out of admiration because he was the only one who could match her in competition, though she always won in the end, she still admired him.
Later, this admiration gradually turned into affection.
Little by little, it became overwhelming.
Like the lake waters in spring, ebbing and flowing.
