"Okay."
He really liked this obedient Jasmine Yale, liked her a lot.
When she smiled, her eyes would curve into crescent moons, her whole face enveloped in sweet tenderness.
That night, she bustled about the kitchen. Once Aunt Hurst had prepared the dumpling filling, she began to wrap the dumplings.
The winter break had begun, and she could spend a long time with him.
And it was the kind of time spent together all day, every day without having to go to school.
He had also promised her that he would try not to travel on business as much as possible.
In fact, he had kept his promise.
During that winter break, he did not travel, came home on time for every meal, and seldom attended social engagements in the evening.
Jasmine Yale also fulfilled her promise, wrapping dumplings for him on New Year's Eve, even though her face was covered in flour. But she was happy.
That New Year's Eve, they sat facing each other, each with a bowl of dumplings.
