Jasmine Yale lowered her head, her unfocused gaze resting only on the kite in her hands, her pupils lacking focus.

She didn’t tie up her hair today; her short hair fell down, not long enough to cover half her face.

The redness on her face faded, leaving only pallor.

There were no waves in her heart, in reality, she didn’t dare have any emotional fluctuations.

If he likes to reprimand her, then let him reprimand...

"Jasmine Yale, sometimes I really want to..." Sylvan Cheney gritted his teeth, hesitated, "When did you cut your hair? Who went with you? That guy named Cheng?"

"Can you stop mentioning Yukon? He’s still not awake, with multiple fractures, do you know how I feel? When I had a high fever and fainted in the bathroom, it was him who carried me to the hospital; when I came to Cakago to study abroad, his family took me in, gave me a well-paying part-time job, and Yukon’s mom always treated me like a daughter. And you, Sylvan Cheney, where were you at that time?"

He couldn’t remember why she had a high fever back then...

Because it was his birthday, she waited for him the whole night, and he broke his promise.

Sylvan Cheney froze for a moment.

His deep, profound eyes looked at Jasmine Yale.

"Don’t mention Yukon’s name again. What you did to Yukon was not honorable, including what you said to me. Give me a space to be alone, let me deliver the baby safely. Also, being pregnant isn’t as simple as you say; you don’t understand, you men will never understand."

Jasmine’s face displayed a weary look, when she first came to the park, she still had some vitality, but now it’s all gone.

Only when her gaze fell on those children would a bit of light appear in her eyes.

Her tone was very calm, like the passing autumn wind, quiet and gentle.

"What’s wrong with hitting him? When all’s said and done, you still care for him!"

"Sylvan Cheney, when you hit him, did you consider my feelings? Did you respect me? You knew clearly that Yukon is my friend, you beat him up like that, where does that leave me?" Jasmine Yale was so angry her shoulders trembled.

"Didn’t you lock me up in the station for 15 days? Jasmine Yale, you are really something." Sylvan Cheney felt his blood boiling, his palms sweaty, eyes filled with an ambiguous emotion.

"Didn’t your fiancée get you out?" Jasmine Yale’s eyes carried a coldness.

"Jasmine Yale, you’re really ruthless; if this time it were a few years in prison, would you send me there without hesitation?"

Jasmine Yale pursed her lips tightly, silent.

After a long while, she said faintly, "Anyway, your fiancée will bail you out."

"Jasmine Yale, I’ve truly underestimated you; your heart is much tougher than I imagined."

"You’re blocking my sunlight; I want to bask in the sun and want to look at the kite." Jasmine Yale’s face was very calm, her big eyes were moist.

Sylvan Cheney’s height was overwhelming, standing in front of her gave her a sense of oppression.

She wished to look up at the kites flying freely without worries.

Various kites flying in the sky really looked beautiful, there were ones with little dogs, Snow White, eagles...

The wind wasn’t too strong or too weak; such weather was perfect for flying kites.

She held onto her own butterfly kite and actually, several times, she was tempted to ask someone to help her to get it flying.

However, kites are never truly free.

The strings are an invisible yet powerful constraint.