From beginning to end, Lilac Serval never looked back, until Jasmine Yale could no longer see her figure.
The vivid orange hue fixed in her eyes, like a brilliantly blooming flower.
As Jasmine Yale turned her head, she happened to catch Charles Mcintosh's bewildered and reluctant gaze.
The cigarette burned between Charles Mcintosh's fingers, surrounded by smoke, his figure somewhat rigid.
It was the first time Jasmine Yale had seen such a distracted Charles Mcintosh.
Is departure meant for a better encounter?
But the taste of parting has never been easy to bear.
Standing alone in the airport lounge, Jasmine Yale's gaze moved to Sylvan Cheney.
As their eyes met, Sylvan Cheney extinguished his cigarette and strode toward her.
Just as Sylvan Cheney was five or six steps away, Jasmine Yale suddenly dashed over and hugged his waist.
She disliked farewells, whether brief or not, she simply didn't like them.
