Chapter 877: Chapter 877: The Tall Figure Standing by the Window Chapter 877: Chapter 877: The Tall Figure Standing by the Window “I’m leaving.”
Jasmine Yale waved her hand and smiled at Butler Santana.
Seeing her smile, Butler Santana couldn’t help but feel the urge to cry.
Although she and Jasmine Yale hadn’t known each other long, she knew Jasmine was a good girl.
She was different from the other won Mr. Cheney had t outside.
She was uncomplicated and genuinely kind to the young master, as if he were her own.
Jasmine Yale dragged her luggage down the steps, heading toward the gate.
The midday sun lazily hung in the sky, with the sunlight painting a landscape of shadows and vines on the ground.
Light and shadow intertwined, years passing by.
“Butler Santana, goodbye!” she waved again as she parted.
Under the sunlight, her smile was even more pure and clean, clearer than the creek, more moving than the bright moon.
“Shall I have the driver take you?”
“I’ll just take a cab from the corner.”
“Miss Yale, are you really leaving?”
“Butler Santana, take care.”
Jasmine Yale didn’t say much more. She waved, turned her head, and pulled her suitcase away.
Her body hadn’t felt quite right since recovering from a serious illness, and standing under the sun for a while made her head spin a little.
Fortunately, her luggage was not too heavy, and she walked slowly.
She walked along the roadside and never looked back.
If she had just turned around once, looking toward the bedroom on the second floor of the villa, she might have seen the tall figure standing by the window.
Tall, slender, handso, yet distinctly lonely.
The rolling sound of the luggage wheels on the ground was slight.
The noise seed particularly jarring in the quiet noon.
The wind blew lightly, causing her hair ribbon to flutter softly.
Years flicker by, ti fades.
What night is this, oblivion of when I’ll return.
…
A month later.
Saturday, at Professor Mackenzie’s house.
Jasmine Yale had a long talk with Professor Mackenzie in the study, with two months left until the written exam.
The coldest part of the winter was now over. At this ti of the year, the willow branches sprouted buds and the grass was lush green.
Jasmine Yale had put away all her coats. Today the weather was overcast, so she chose a wine-red thin sweater and paired it with a simple black skirt.
During this ti, she had been commuting between her company and the library.
Nonstop, diligently studying.
She found long hair hard to manage, especially ti-consuming when washing it, so a few days ago, she had her hair cut even shorter than before.
Last year, she was a novice in English.
This year, she had progressed imnsely.
At least, she could now converse fluently in English with Professor Mackenzie.
As they were talking, the door to the study was knocked on.
“Co in!” Professor Mackenzie pushed up his glasses.
Xandra Mackenzie smiled as she pushed open the door: “Dad, Sister Jasmine, it’s ti for tea.”
In the girl’s hands was an exquisite tray, filled with various delicacies.
There were cheese rolls, egg tarts, tiramisu…all exquisitely delicious!
“I made this together with mom in the kitchen. I’ve tasted it; it’s really good. Guess which one I made,” Xandra bead.
The young girl wore a simple hoodie and jeans, vibrant and youthful.
“You couldn’t have made these. It must have been your mother,” Professor Mackenzie joked.
“That’s so demoralizing, Dad, I don’t like you anymore.” Xandra huffed in mock anger and handed a milk tea to Jasmine Yale, “Sister Jasmine, this is red bean pudding milk tea, I made it, try it.”
“Thank you, Xandra.” Jasmine Yale took it.
She loved red bean milk tea, and she hadn’t expected Xandra to rember.
“What about mine?” Professor Mackenzie gestured with open hands.
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