The night is deep.
Landon's spring evenings carry a gentle warmth, and as the evening breeze sweeps through, the fragrance of flowers is delightful.
Jasmine Yale, accompanied by Butler Santana, took a walk in the hospital garden below.
It was lively downstairs, brightly lit, and the environment was quite pleasant.
Such a night is not cold but rather comfortable and perfect for a stroll.
Jasmine wore a loose ivory hoodie, her long hair tied in a ponytail, looking like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.
Her eyes finally held a sparkling brilliance, akin to the twinkling stars in the sky.
However, occasionally while sitting on a bench gazing at the starlit sky, the longing in her heart would persist incessantly like the spring rain.
Endless longing without a foreseeable end.
"Sylvan... I'm having a baby, you will really love him, won't you..." Jasmine sat on the bench, looking up at the dazzling starry sky.
