Half a month later, Jasmine Yale had adjusted her state.
Going to class, reading, working part-time, feeding Sweet Kitty...
Whenever Yukon Carbon had free time, he would visit the University of Cakago, sometimes accompanying her to study in the morning, sometimes bringing her food.
When the weather got rainy or windy, he'd even come to pick her up.
To say she wasn't touched would be a lie.
Jasmine knew she was someone who lacked a sense of security and had rarely been treated so well by anyone.
She was grateful that heaven had sent her a Yukon Carbon when she was most helpless in a foreign land.
Like duckweed finding harbor, she too felt warmth.
Yukon Carbon wasn't an overbearing person; he had confessed to her once and never brought it up again.
He would wait for Jasmine Yale to give him an answer, and he believed she would.
Likewise, he trusted his instincts and love at first sight.
