Night.
The wind was a bit strong; Jasmine Yale wore a trench coat and walked around the streets of Old York with Will Caddel.
The evening breeze was exceptionally pleasant, and the street was extra charming. Her heart leaped with youthful exuberance, as if she were young and free again like many years ago.
In her joy, she walked along the path with a smile, almost unable to resist hopping along the stones on the roadside with each step.
In the past, whenever she was very happy, she would do just that.
She and Will Caddel strolled around the busiest shopping district of Old York. Sometimes, when they got tired, they would sit by the fountain, enjoying the lights while drinking milk tea.
Will Caddel also wore a trench coat. Most of the time, he liked to keep his hands in its pockets, standing or sitting with her.
The most bustling area was always filled with people coming and going. It boasted some of the most beautiful lights in the world and the most fashionable elegance.
