The night was quiet. The street was like a river that was as flat as a mirror, winding in the thick tree shadows. Except for the occasional barks of dogs, the cold street was silent.
The room was dark.
Wendy Cassia walked to the desk and turned on the lamp.
The diary glowed yellow in the dim light.
Suddenly, Wendy's heart sank. She rubbed her hands and touched the diary with her fingertips. She wanted to open it, but she didn't dare. What would she think if she saw the miserable side of Jasmine?
Sympathy? Or guilt.
Taking a deep breath, Wendy Cassia gently turned to the first page. Every word Jasmine wrote was very forceful, which showed how sad and indignant she was.
"Today is my first day to move to the Happy Village. It's so bad here. I didn't know that a single room would cost so much money, and there is nothing in the room. It turns out that cockroaches can live wherever they want. I used to be so happy. But now, I have nothing."