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... l never looked back, until Jasmine Yale could no longer see her figure.
The vivid orange hue fixed in her eyes, like a brilliantly blooming flower.
As Jasmine Yale turned her head, she happened to catch Charles Mcintosh’s bewildered and reluctant gaze.
The cigarette burned between Charles Mcintosh’s fingers, surrounded by smoke, his figure somewhat rigid.
It was the first time Jasmine Yale had seen such a distracted Charles Mcintosh.
Is departure meant for ...
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