An unknown emotion stirred within Princess Jasmine.
It was making her feel like vomiting blood watching a harmonious scene that was unfolding to her very eyes.
She was revolted.
This unfamiliar sensation, she had been feeling this since morning…
"There is always a reason, don't you think so? Why is it painful when we are wounded? Why do we smile when something's funny? Why do we want to cry when something's making us sad? Why did we scream when we were frustrated? Why were we cold when we were disappointed? There was an output for every input."
Princess Jasmine recalled the letter she read, she always found it fatuous. Those scribbles infiltrated her mind right now and she cannot get them off her head.
