"Loving beauty is a girl's nature." Jasmine Yale retorted angrily. "What do you know?"
"Don't flatter yourself too much."
"You!" Jasmine Yale got angry, she glared at Sylvan Cheney.
Didn't he know that such words can hurt?
Especially for a teenage girl, it's too hurtful!
Girls most detest being told they're not good-looking...
Especially if it's coming from someone they once liked, it's too hurtful.
Seeing his calmness, without a hint of regret, Jasmine Yale glared at him again.
She stood up, kicked the chair away, and angrily went to the closet to find her school uniform.
"Put your mind to your studies in the future. The things you've bought, I'll have the maid throw away." Sylvan Cheney was blunt.
"On what grounds can you do that? You can't throw them away! If you throw them away, I won't talk to you anymore!" Jasmine Yale was even more angry.
She wasn't very good at arguing, once she starts arguing her eyes became red, her voice choked.