Will Caddel tidied Jasmine Yale's clothes, then picked up her bag: "Let's go, time for the meeting."
"Hmm!"
Jasmine Yale felt no waves in her heart, perhaps she'd grown accustomed to it. She lamented how someone on the verge of becoming a mother could act so unkindly, throwing tantrums, losing her temper, and speaking impulsively in front of her child. Didn't she realize the child would be influenced by what they see and hear?
Exiting the teahouse, Will Caddel led her to the parking lot.
"Tomorrow I'll take you to a different teahouse, the taste is good too, but it's Chinese-style. You can't choose."
"No problem, Chinese-style also offers many types of tea to consider, right?"
"That's true."
Will Caddel drove personally, with Jasmine Yale sitting in the passenger seat.
Today's sunlight was bright and vivid, streaming through the glass, refracting in a kaleidoscope of colors, vibrant like dancing sprites.
