Jazmine returned to her room. Her body trembled. She knew that she was angry.
Giancarlo and Yoselin had gone too far.
Jazmine inadvertently saw herself in the mirror. Her eyes were terribly bloodshot, making her eyes especially scary. Her cheeks were dry. She could not shed tears.
Her eyes were full of hatred, not pure as before. Jazmine knew she could never be the same as before.
They could no longer get along as before.
Jazmine revealed a mocking smile.
Late at night.
Jazmine's door was pushed open. A slender figure slowly stepped into her room. The dim light illuminated the figure strangely.
After the person stepped into the room, he slowly closed the door. His movements were very light. The moment he closed the door, his fingers that grabbed the hand were pale.
Jazmine didn't sleep soundly.