Jazmine walked in the direction of the private room and saw that Giancarlo was already standing at the door, looking outside. When Giancarlo saw Jazmine, the joy in his eyes suddenly dissipated.
Giancarlo strode over.
"Where did you go?"
Jazmine raised her head and looked at Giancarlo in front of her who had a face full of worry.
Ever since Jazmine came back, Jazmine had seen an especially rich expression on Giancarlo's face.
"Just take a walk." Jazmine shifted her gaze away, unwilling to continue looking at Giancarlo's gaze that could suck her whole person in.
Giancarlo suddenly reached out and grabbed Jazmine's hand. "Your hand is so cold."
Jazmine immediately retracted her hand. Her movement was slightly violent. She did not notice it herself, so Jazmine naturally did not notice the sadness in Giancarlo's eyes after she retracted her hand.
"When can I leave?"
Jazmine asked.