"I used to love him very much, but he didn't love me. What could I do?" Yolanda Fern brushed a wisp of hair behind her ear.
Yet her eyes showed no great waves of emotion.
It was as if she was discussing an irrelevant person.
"But you can't behave like this!" Jasmine Yale first sensed what it was like to keep her soldiers marching forward, "Mr. Cheney is now disabled, he is already in so much pain..."
Saying it, Jasmine suddenly widened her eyes and covered her mouth in fear.
"Did he get into trouble in T City? Did you have a hand in it?"
Jasmine feeled startled by this distressing realization.
The idea flashed through her mind for just a moment, but it stopped her cold.
Otherwise, how could Yolanda be so clear about everything?
Jasmine's eyes showed signs of fragmentation, as if a porcelain dish had shattered with a 'clang.'
Chaos ensued.
She stands frozen in place!