After that day, Jasmine Yale's mood changed.
It became heavier and unbearable, she would go to the library during the day to prepare for her interview, and at night, she would sit alone on her bed, staring blankly.
Sometimes, she would be lost in contemplation for the whole night, and by the time she came to her senses, it was already deep into the night.
The late night was exceptionally quiet, with only the chandelier emitting a faint glow.
She buried this period deeply in her heart, never mentioning it to anyone, including Ann Nolan.
She silently deleted Sylvan Cheney's cell phone number, silently expunging any memories of him.
Though she no longer performed hypnosis like before, she knew that from then on, Sylvan Cheney would be just a person in the depths of her heart, forever buried there.
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Days went by in an endless loop.
Soon it was July, and the weather became hotter.
The summer in Landon was dry and arid, rarely raining.
