Jasmine Yale was eating hotpot, feeling warm and cozy.
The living room was also filled with fragrance and warmth.
Yukon Carbon stopped mentioning the matter and instead chatted with her about the scenery in Chicago and Old York, even considering her winter break plans.
Yukon's understanding of Jasmine was not extensive, but he always trusted his own judgment.
He was an adult, not a child, responsible for his own actions and endowed with his own rational cognizance.
He accompanied her in conversation until after the meal.
In the afternoon, the sun shone brightly.
Warm rays of light poured in through the window, casting a light gold hue across the floor, on the white carpet.
After eating, Yukon returned to the bakery without staying any longer.
Jasmine sat holding Sweet Kitty, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.
Some things, if never known, would not stir ripples or fluctuations in the heart.
She rummaged through the cabinet and found that black-and-white ID photo.
