Jasmine Yale slept for a long time.
When she woke up, the sky was misty, with a light rain falling outside, and the distance was shrouded in white fog.
She stared at the spot next to the bed for quite a while after getting up.
Sylvan Cheney had come by at night.
But, why was there no one beside her when she woke up? The spot beside the pillow was empty and cold, as if he had never been there at all.
If she hadn't been so awake during the night, she'd almost suspect that she'd dreamed it all.
Jasmine Yale felt a sense of loss.
The day had already broken when she turned on her phone; it was half past nine in the morning.
There was an unread message from Sylvan Cheney: "I've arrived in Old York."
Jasmine Yale replied with a simple "Okay."
He indeed came during the night, but... quietly, and left in a hurry.
Jasmine Yale got up in a daze, and after washing up, she walked into the living room in her slippers.
