The second half of the meeting was extraordinarily long. After finishing her tasks, Jasmine Yale poured herself a glass of pure water.
After drinking the cool water, the restless energy within her gradually settled down.
The sun outside remained scorching, tirelessly shining on the ground, with the green leaves drooping lifelessly.
Jasmine Yale sat on the sofa waiting for him, silently waiting.
Waiting was one of her favorite things to do in the past.
Especially in summer, she liked running around barefoot on the floor at home, as if unaware of the cold.
Because of it, Sylvan Cheney scolded her many times.
He said she was indulging in momentary coolness, and would regret it later.
Every time that happened, he would pick her up and place her on the soft sofa, putting shoes on her feet.
The summer breeze blew, full of the scent of memories, with ginkgo leaves swirling down quietly, time passing serenely.
Jasmine Yale took a nap.
