She had no other intention, just wanted to find a photo to secretly hide in her phone.
Unfortunately, there was nothing.
It was as if it had never existed in the world.
She remembered when she was seventeen or eighteen, bullied by Sylvan Cheney, she would miss her mother terribly, crying under the covers by herself while complaining to "Mom".
This was probably somewhat like a bride bullied by her husband's family, thinking about returning to her mother's home.
Sadly, she had no maternal home.
Perhaps… other than Sylvan Cheney, she had nothing left.
Jasmine Yale's pen paused, a tear flowed from her eye.
The water from the tear soaked the drawing paper, spreading along its texture.
On the paper, she drew a flower, but unfortunately her drawing skills were too poor, she herself couldn't tell what kind of flower it was.
Sunlight spread on the drawing paper, the white paper shimmered with a pale golden hue.
