The surroundings returned to quiet and desolation once more. Jasmine Yale remained seated on the bench, motionless.
Sometimes, when Butler Santana spoke to her, she was reluctant to speak, her gaze wandering aimlessly, as if looking at nothing in particular.
Aunt May brought her a coat to drape over her shoulders, "Don't catch a cold, don't let yourself get chilled. You must take care of yourself, young lady. Come, it's time to go back; it's getting windy outside."
As Aunt May spoke, she took her hand, preparing to lead her back to the ward.
Jasmine Yale was very obedient. When Aunt May told her to go back, she followed without resistance.
Butler Santana also took meticulous care of Jasmine Yale, fearing any mishap might befall her.
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After Qingming, the weather has been pretty good; it hasn't rained, and it's been sunny day after day.
The gentle breeze was enchanting, the fresh scent of grass filled the air, with crabapple flowers blossoming everywhere.
