Under the streetlamp, Jasmine Yale was somewhat lost in thought, her mind drifting who knows where.
The sky was completely dark.
The streets were bustling, with crowds of people coming and going, an endless stream.
A wind blew, the winter chill like a knife, always cutting sharp into the skin.
Jasmine Yale found the restaurant on the second floor, and a waiter led her to a private room.
Outside the door, she hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and knocked.
In just a few seconds, the door opened.
The tall Sylvan Cheney stood opposite her.
How long had it been since they last met? Jasmine Yale couldn't count, only remembered that the last time was at his apartment, when she went to pack her things.
More than a month.
Time really flies.
In the past, more than a month without seeing each other would have been nerve-wracking, but now, it passed by like the blink of an eye, without a single thought of him.
"Come in." He looked at her.
