The bed was cold, all night long, Jasmine Yale couldn't fall asleep.
It wasn't until around four or five in the morning, before dawn, that she finally drifted into slumber.
Her sleep was shallow, and in a daze, she moved several times. Many times, out of habit, she tried to embrace the person next to her, only to find the pillow empty.
In the dream, she frowned and could only clutch the quilt, falling into a deep sleep.
All night long, her body didn't get very warm.
This sleep lasted until after nine in the morning.
When she went downstairs, Sylvan Cheney had already left for the Cheney Family.
Butler Santana saw her coming down from the guest room and gave her a surprised glance, but didn't ask further.
Breakfast was already prepared; Jasmine Yale ate the sandwich idly and drank milk.
Butler Santana noticed she looked quite unwell, her eyes were swollen, as if she'd... cried?
Why would she cry?
