Sylvan Cheney bought a lot of things Jasmine Yale loves to eat.
He knew that although she wasn't picky, she did have some preferences.
In the past, he wasn't very attentive to life's details, but after meeting her, whenever they dined together, he'd consciously and unconsciously pay attention to what she liked and disliked.
Over time, he had somewhat of an idea.
And this time, he bought all her favorites.
"Jasmine." He knocked on the door.
The surroundings were very quiet.
No one answered.
Sylvan Cheney felt a jolt in his heart, his expression changed slightly.
He placed the items on the ground, quickly entered the door lock password; with a "boom," the door opened!
Inside, it was dim.
Where was anyone?
In an instant, Sylvan Cheney's mind went blank, feeling a sharp sting in his heart, as if cold water had been poured over him from head to toe, chilling him.
She had left quietly.
"Jasmine! Jasmine Yale!" Sylvan Cheney unwillingly shouted twice.
No one answered.
