In the light, her smile is simple and beautiful.
Charles Mcintosh frowned, she seemed to never consider herself.
"Mr. Mcintosh, when did you find out he was in Cakago?" Jasmine Yale asked curiously, taking a sip of lemon water.
In the hot summer, the sweet and sour lemon water is particularly refreshing.
Her eyes are bright and shimmering, like stars.
"Last month." Charles Mcintosh's hands were folded as he gazed at her pure face, "I never told you, of course, I was looking for an opportunity to tell you. Recently, I learned that you joined his company, so I planned to fly to Cakago."
"So... this trip was specially for me?" Jasmine Yale smiled, "I've never lacked people caring about me, Amelia is kind of lucky, isn't she?"
Seeing her smile, Charles couldn't smile back and felt a bit heavy.
His face was calm and composed, yet somewhat melancholic.
"Miss Yale, you could try to talk with Mr. Cheney about the past, maybe he could remember."
