The bright red color made Jasmine Yale dizzy for a few seconds, she almost couldn’t stand.
Trying hard to stabilize her emotions, she ran to a tree and steadied herself against it.
She was panting heavily, feeling like she was suffocating, unable to catch her breath; her chest felt oppressively congested, and even the non-glaring gaze gave her a dizzy sensation, causing an uncomfortable pain in her chest.
This feeling was too unbearable.
Her fingers longed to embed into the tree trunk, perhaps, only that way could alleviate the pain.
The crowd watching was frightened, they had never seen so much blood, so even called for an ambulance!
The security quickly arrived, pulled Sylvan Cheney away, and helped up the fallen, blood-spitting Yukon Carbon.
A few tall and strong UT n managed, with difficulty, to pull Sylvan Cheney away.
Not far from the pool of blood was a bouquet of brilliant Daisy, a few drops of blood splattered on the white petals.
Yukon Carbon lay motionless on the ground.
Soone reported to the police.
The ambulance and police car almost arrived at the sa ti.
As soon as the ambulance siren sounded, Jasmine Yale quickly raised her head and hurriedly chased after.
However, before she could walk over, the dical staff lifted Yukon Carbon onto a stretcher and drove away.
Sylvan Cheney was also soon detained by the police and taken away.
His Maybach was parked in place, as if he never got out of the car.
The sunset gradually sank below the mountains, the once-bright sky gradually turned dark and gloomy, without a glimpse of daylight.
The dusk seed stained by blood, a complete swathe of red.
Jasmine Yale’s eyes were also red, her swollen eyes looked down at the ground, her right hand pinching the palm of her left hand, clearly in pain, yet seemingly numb.
In the depths of her eyes, a dim, murky haze erged.
The wind blew, lightly swaying the Daisy petals, a small Daisy flower was blown away.
The remaining flowers still lay on the ground, quietly stained with blood.
Shadows constantly swayed in front of her, but Jasmine Yale’s legs were as heavy as lead, weighed down, unable to move.
The sky grew darker, people continuously ca and went cleaning the scene, the watching crowd had dispersed.
Only Jasmine Yale remained standing, as if lost without a path ho.
Her pupils gradually scattered.
Jasmine Yale was like frozen, motionless.
The evening wind brought waves of falling leaves.
Between heaven and earth, as if all lost color.
...
Past seven o’clock in the evening.
Jasmine Yale was summoned to the police station.
She was called separately for a statent, her face was expressionless.
The statent didn’t take too long, when the police put away the notebook, they looked at her earnestly and seriously —
"According to surveillance and witnesses on the scene, Sylvan Cheney will be detained for 15 days for the cri of provocation and trouble-making. You’re the concerned party; if you can prove it’s just a quarrel between friends or they privately reconciled, he might not need to be detained."
Jasmine Yale held her breath.
The surroundings were unusually quiet.
A heart couldn’t help but throb.
After a long while, she exhaled and looked at the police, slowly saying, "I can’t provide proof, he started it."
"Alright then, we will follow regulations to detain Sylvan Cheney for 15 days as a warning."
Jasmine Yale said nothing, she only felt the atmosphere of the police station was too oppressive.
She didn’t like this type of place, it made her very uncomfortable.
The police saw she was pregnant, didn’t question for too long, and sent her out.
As she ca out, Jasmine Yale saw Sylvan Cheney.
She turned and glanced at him.
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