After Jasmine Yale returned to the Cheney Residence, the thing she did most every day was to be in a daze.
The weather gradually warmed up, and the balcony became hotter and hotter.
She no longer loved reading. She once thought about working harder, being more motivated.
But now it seemed that working hard and being motivated was merely to become a better self, to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, and now, there would no longer be such an opportunity.
The books were thrown in the corner, and she didn't even touch them.
The tablet that used to be turned on every day was now covered in dust.
She only loved to be in a daze, watching the peach blossoms outside the window bloom and wither, falling into mud, blending with the dust.
In the study's safe, there were things he had given her, but she didn't want to look.
He was no longer here, so what's the point of having more things?
Even the wedding dress she had always dreamed of wearing, she no longer had the chance to wear...
