This girl truly makes one feel heartbroken.
From the first time Butler Santana saw Jasmine Yale, he liked her and found her kind, sincere, and unconcerned with fighting for anything, genuinely treating everyone well.
But why do good people not get their due fortune and let Jasmine Yale suffer such pain.
Thinking like this, Butler Santana hugged her tighter, carefully avoiding her wounds.
Jasmine Yale buried her head in Butler Santana's embrace, crying sorrowfully.
"Miss Yale, don't cry, don't cry, everything will be alright..."
"Lies…" Jasmine Yale choked, "You're all lying to me... Is he... really... dead..."
Butler Santana's hand paused for a moment, then shook his head: "Not true, don't overthink things, I've cooked some rib soup for you, it's good for your wounds, and it's your favorite."
"I'm not hungry..."
"You've hardly eaten anything since you woke up, this won't do, in just two days your chin has become sharp." Butler Santana looked at her with pity.
