In the light, her smile is simple and beautiful.
Charles Mcintosh frowned, she seed 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 sumr, the sweet and sour lemon water is particularly refreshing.
Her eyes are bright and shimring, 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 ?" Jasmine Yale smiled, "I’ve never lacked people caring about , Alia 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 sowhat lancholic.
"Miss Yale, you could try to talk with Mr. Cheney about the past, maybe he could rember."
"Mr. Mcintosh, you still haven’t understood my point. The past between him and was both bitter and sweet, neither good nor bad. The ultimate goal in life is happiness; if he can be happy, I don’t care whether he recalls the past or not."
"Then do you think Mr. Cheney is happy now, Miss Yale?"
"I think..." Jasmine Yale pondered for a mont, "It’s pretty good, at least better than being with . When he was with , you see, his company was gone, his career was gone, he almost lost his life, and now it’s different."
Charles suddenly didn’t know what to say.
She always thinks that Sylvan’s happiness is enough.
"Mr. Mcintosh, do you know where he got hurt, and is he healed?"
"I inquired, after Mr. Cheney fell into the river, his head hit the rocks in the river, and he was seriously injured. Miss Janus saved him. At that ti, Miss Janus was visiting her family in her holand for tomb sweeping."
"Perhaps it was destiny, was his injury serious?"
"Yes." Charles Mcintosh nodded.
Jasmine Yale instead laughed carelessly.
"Then he might never rember the past... It’s fine." Her eyes held a hint of shimring brightness, she looked down at the cup in her hand, her gaze fell onto the swaying lemon water, "It’s quite good."
"Miss Yale!" Charles Mcintosh’s brow furrowed deeper.
Such Jasmine Yale, was heartbreaking, he didn’t know why she could still laugh.
"Mr. Mcintosh, you don’t need to worry about , in fact, in this life, the person I wish well for the most is him. If he is happy, everything is fine."
"Miss Yale, if I go tell Mr. Cheney that you two aren’t strangers..."
"Mr. Mcintosh!" Jasmine Yale interrupted him, suddenly pointing out a young beautiful woman walking outside the window, "If I tell you now, Mr. Mcintosh, that she is not a stranger to you, she is soone you once liked, could you accept it?"
Charles Mcintosh was stunned.
"You couldn’t, right? Similarly, if you tell Sylvan now that he knows , he couldn’t accept it either, I am a stranger in his eyes. Since it’s unlikely he can regain his mory, it might as well stay this way, at least he won’t fall into pain."
Charles Mcintosh listened to Jasmine Yale’s words and sighed inwardly.
She has always been very clever.
She thinks things through clearly.
She knows in her heart what should be done and what shouldn’t be done.
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