"He's done many bastardly things," Jasmine Yale said lightly.
"If he does bastardly things again in the future, you must tell me. Don't worry, I won't let my mom know. I understand what you're concerned about."
"Yukon..." Jasmine Yale's eyes grew moist, and she suddenly felt a bit at a loss.
Yukon Carbon knew everything.
He might not say much, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know.
He's always been the one with a heart like a clear mirror.
"Yukon, if he has another emotional outburst like that, I won't forgive him again. I don't want to keep worrying and living in fear. He's an adult, not a child!"
Yukon Carbon laughed, "Mm."
Jasmine Yale was in the park, walking while chatting with Yukon Carbon on her phone.
The ground in the park was covered in fallen leaves, and stepping on them produced a continuous rustling sound.
This pure, natural sound, mixed with the chirping of birds and the sound of wind, formed the simplest melody.
