Eighteen years of acquaintance, already unable to bear such a separation.
Whether it’s parting in life or death.
Outside the window, the wind and rain roared, and it poured heavily.
...
By the river.
The river under the night looked like an angry beast, rolling with waves in the darkness.
The river looked as if it were boiling, constantly churning, and the rain fell into it, quickly rging with it.
The boundless sky, the endless river, sky and water in one hue, dark to the extre.
The wind by the river was strong, blowing the trees, making a ’swish swish’ sound, particularly eerie.
Several cars were uniformly parked by the riverbank.
There was a small boat at the riverbank, with no one on it, as if prepared by Spencer Childe.
In the car, Jasmine Yale realized the car had stopped.
Several tis on the way, she was dozing off, almost falling asleep, but she kept pinching her palm or biting her lip, not letting herself fall asleep.
She knew that once she fell asleep, she would never open her eyes again.
The pain in her shoulder was a bit less, she actually didn’t have much feeling there, but the pain in her heart was always there.
She was missing Sylvan Cheney.
All the way, she had been calling his na in her heart.
Sotis when she couldn’t hold on, she would call out, "Sylvan..."
The bodyguard would then be ten tis more alert.
The car stopped, Jasmine weakly lifted her eyelids.
Have we arrived?
Why hasn’t Sylvan Cheney co yet...
She was waiting for him.
Just like many days and nights before, she would sit on the sofa waiting for him, no matter how long it took, she was happy.
As long as he ca, she didn’t mind the wait.
But he didn’t co.
With just a slight movent, the pain would intensify.
Quickly, the bodyguard jumped off the car, opened an umbrella, and dragged Jasmine out of the car.
Her sweater and pants were still soaking wet, and she didn’t know when she’d lost one of her slippers, leaving only one.
There were many pebbles on the road by the river, and these small stones pierced into her soles, which felt painful to her heart.
As usual, no one held an umbrella for her, two bodyguards, each holding one of her hands, fearing she might run away.
How could she still escape?
Several bodyguards first jumped on the boat, soon, Spencer Childe also ca out.
The blood on Jasmine Yale’s forehead had already dried, but now, hit by the rain, it turned into moist bloodstains again.
Lana Fern followed behind Spencer Childe, and on her face, Jasmine saw an unprecedented pride.
Yes, she should be proud.
The thing her sister couldn’t accomplish, she had solved perfectly.
"Lana, it’s late, if there’s nothing else, you can go back," Spencer Childe said in a deep voice.
"Grandpa, it’s okay, I’ll stay by your side, it’s also good to take care of you," Lana said as she stepped forward to hold Spencer’s arm.
Spencer Childe didn’t say much.
Lana glanced at Jasmine Yale, "Mr. Cheney won’t co, do you think he doesn’t hate you? His biological mother was hard by your family, how could he not hate you? Maybe he’s with you to take revenge, after all, once a woman sleeps with soone for a few years, she loses value and can’t get married off. Or, he wants you to taste the feeling of falling from heaven to hell."
"Jasmine Yale, don’t talk about love or no love, n basically don’t have love," Lana continued, "Mr. Cheney might not even like you, otherwise, after all this ti, did he hold a wedding with you? Announce it to the world? No, because he never intended to."
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