That whole day, Jasmine Yale felt a bit dazed.
It wasn't until she went to the library and began burying herself in work that the sense of confusion started to lessen.
During her lunch break, she took a nap on the library table, and in her dream, there was an indescribable longing.
Lately, no matter what she dreams of, he would always appear in her dreams.
After a half-hour nap, Jasmine Yale washed her face in the library and took a walk on the small path outside the library.
The shade under the lush green trees was thick. The essence of summer was already quite strong, with the fragrance of green grass and trees everywhere, filling the air with their scent.
From time to time, couples would walk by on the path, in pairs.
There were also people like her, preparing for exams, sitting under the trees, memorizing vocabulary, reviewing.
Today, Jasmine Yale was wearing a white dress, and the breeze made the hem of the skirt fly.
