"I don't know him." Jasmine Yale said, "Just a drunk man."
"Oh, I see." Hans Colin nodded, "So, Jasmine, do you have a boyfriend now? Do you think I'm still a good match?"
Jasmine Yale's hand, holding the cutlery, stopped. She lifted her head to look at him.
Hans Colin was serious, not like he was joking.
At least, his face was full of sincerity.
As if guessing what Jasmine Yale was about to say, he hurriedly said, "Jasmine, I know you rejected me in college, but I can't forget you. You don't know, sometimes the memories are really heart-wrenching. I gave myself some time to forget, but there is no effect at all."
"The last time I saw you at the seafood restaurant, I thought it was fate, giving me another chance to pursue you."
Hans Colin's eyes revealed deep affection, and each word, each sentence he spoke was extraordinarily serious.
Jasmine Yale heard him out, till the end.
She figured, he was going to say all this today.