Aunt Camden didn’t say much, she kept sighing.

Jasmine Yale knew that this incident had created a rift between her and Aunt Camden.

In the past, they could talk about anything, and Aunt Camden would even bake her a cake on her birthday. But in the future, it would never happen again...

Jasmine’s long eyelashes fluttered.

After a long while, she walked toward the corridor.

"Aunt Camden, I’m leaving. Let me know when Yukon wakes up. I’m worried about him."

"Okay." Aunt Camden nodded, her eyes void of emotion.

Jasmine walked very slowly, glancing back every few steps.

She always hoped that the door to the operating room would open before she left.

But she did not get her wish.

Even after she took the elevator and left the hospital, Yukon Carbon did not emerge from the operating room.

He was hurt too badly.

The endless night outside, with the moon overhead but no stars to be seen.

The evening breeze blew, lifting her disheveled hair, her face devoid of color, as pale as paper.

She was trying her best to control all her emotions, but sadness would still flow like water through her limbs, seeping into every cell.

Sometimes, when life felt unbearable, and her feet were heavy, she would sit on a bench by the road for a long rest.

The wind was somewhat cold.

Dizzy and disoriented.

Everything that happened today replayed in her mind like a movie, over and over.

The deepest memory was that pool of blood on the ground, bright red.

The Daisy was gone, and she had spent the afternoon happily cradling it, her mood and appetite improved, but now... it had all disappeared.

The wind was cold against her body, but she felt nothing, sitting there dazed.

Scenes from the past two years with Yukon Carbon came rushing back one by one.

She particularly missed those times.

It seemed like everything was beautiful.

However, none of it would ever happen again.

Including the beautiful times in the bakery, all gone.

In this vast world, she was all alone, unsure of what she still had left. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The cold, icy wind hit her face, chilling.

She felt like she was stranded on a deserted island, looking everywhere, but there was not a single boat to carry her away.

...

Two days later.

A bright, sunny day.

Jasmine Yale was discharged from the hospital.

At the same time, she received a message from Aunt Camden: "Yukon’s surgery is complete, but he hasn’t woken up yet. Don’t worry, his father and I have taken him away from Cakago."

Jasmine read the message, word by word, over and over again.

Aunt Camden didn’t even let Yukon recover in Cakago before leaving, clearly showing her reluctance to let her only son have anything to do with Jasmine.

Well then, Yukon, take care in the future.

She replied with a message: "Please take good care of Yukon, Aunt Camden. Thank you, I am deeply grateful."

"I will."

Jasmine sat by the hospital window, outside was the bright sun, but her heart was shrouded in shadows.

Looking at the message, she cried.

Tears filled her eyes.

Perhaps those with shallower emotions can never stop loving to cry.

The light was somewhat glaring.

After a long time, she finally wiped away her tears and went home with Butler Santana.

The wind dried her tears.

"There’s no place like home, it’s comfortable." Butler Santana opened the door, exhaled, and put things in order.

Jasmine also entered the bedroom to organize her things.

The phone happened to ring.