Last night, Butler Santana was truly frightened.
But there is a saying... spouses quarrel at the head of the bed and reconcile at the foot of the bed.
Butler Santana suddenly remembered this saying, though Mr. Cheney and Miss Yale are not spouses, who can tell about the future?
But their current state really did resemble that of a married couple.
"Running around while sick, it's better to stay at home," Jasmine Yale muttered.
Saying this, she went back to the bedroom again.
Thankfully, there was a thick carpet laid on the floor, so walking barefoot was not only warm but also comfortable.
She glanced at the time, it was nine o'clock in the morning.
The weather was good today, the sunlight outside the window was bright and brilliant, dyeing the white clouds with a layer of color, making everything look splendid and beautiful.
Jasmine Yale squinted her eyes.
It had been a long time since she had seen a morning in Landon like this.
She didn't want to go back to Cakago.
