Jasmine Yale's drink had already worn off, and at this moment, she was very sober.
Many things spun around in her mind, then fell back into place, lonely and unchanged.
Sylvan Cheney picked up the bowl of porridge, sat by the bed, and blew on it to cool it down, "Finish this bowl."
Jasmine Yale refused and asked faintly, "Why are you in Cakago?"
"I can be wherever I want."
"Heh..." She chuckled softly, her lips curving into a mocking smile, "As you wish, I will no longer stay at ZR in the future, and will not step into the financial world again... You were right, an idiot like me can't do anything well. What can I do? I can't do anything, no matter how hard I try, in the eyes of others, I'm nothing more than a toy, a joke."
Sylvan Cheney frowned slightly, his hand paused in mid-air.
After a moment, he stretched the spoon towards her, "Finish the porridge."
