"I made these snacks myself this morning. They taste quite nice, why don't you try some?" Jasmine Yale placed the plate on the coffee table.
She sat down on the sofa too, holding a cup of hot tea.
The atmosphere in the living room was quiet, and her gaze sometimes drifted to Luka Xadrian, other times to Chris Fern.
Chris Fern was still the same, just much more mature now.
She knew that after Chris Fern shot himself and lost his memory, now he probably couldn't remember anyone.
Perhaps it's better this way, given they had many past conflicts.
Sometimes forgetting isn't entirely a bad thing.
Luka Xadrian tasted one of the kumquat pies she made and sighed, "Your mom was also really good at making snacks. They tasted extraordinary. Sometimes when she was tired from painting, she would go to the kitchen to make something to eat. She loved making things."
