The temporary ward was quiet, and Jasmine Yale slept peacefully, her long eyelashes hanging low, with no trace of blood on her body.
However, the suffering she endured tonight shouldn't have been hers to bear.
He dared not imagine what would happen if he and Sylvan Cheney were delayed by just two or three minutes.
The boat slightly rocked, and he saw Jasmine Yale frown.
The captain received the order and began steering the boat towards the riverbank.
The distance from the center of the river to the bank was not far, yet it was almost a matter of life and death.
He didn't know what to do if Jasmine Yale woke up and couldn't see Sylvan Cheney...
Jasmine Yale was Sylvan Cheney's everything, and likewise, Sylvan Cheney was everything to Jasmine Yale.
Outside, it was still pitch dark, one couldn't see their hand in front of them.
The wind on the river was strong, making the flags on the boat flutter noisily, the night wind howling, and the cold rain dismal.
