The fingers tightly gripped the handle of the thermal box, an indescribable feeling spreading from her chest, under the light, her knuckles were gradually turning white.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her gaze lingering on the lock for a long time, silently watching, unmoving.
In her heart, she didn't know what to think, or maybe she wasn't thinking anything at all, the faint light outlined her gentle facial contours.
She gently closed her eyes, Jasmine Yale pressed her lips together, silent.
There was no one in the corridor, only she stood in front of the door for a long time, standing.
The light elongated her shadow, her slender figure fell on the ground, somewhat lonely.
They really did break up.
Jasmine lowered her head, glanced at the thermal box, and put the keys back in her coat pocket.
She was hungry.
Originally, she brought a dinner for two, planning to eat with him, but he wasn't there, so she had to eat alone.
