The warm light falls on the hospital floor, where dust subtly appears and disappears.
The room's heating is quite comfortable, so Jasmine Yale doesn't feel cold, just a bit tired.
Butler Santana fed her some porridge, and she couldn't eat anything else after that.
"Miss Yale, is it too noisy for you? If it is, I can book a single room for you," Butler Santana whispered, close to Jasmine Yale.
"No need, it's fine. Otherwise, I'd be bored being alone."
Butler Santana didn't insist further.
Actually, she knew deep down that Jasmine Yale didn't like the noise, but she couldn't understand why Jasmine refused to stay in a single room.
A single room would be nice.
It's both free and private.
"Then Miss Yale, shall we go for a walk? Staying in bed all the time isn't ideal," Butler Santana said concernedly.
"I don't want to move," Jasmine Yale shook her head in frustration.
She truly felt too lazy to move.
Just then, a man entered.
