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The wind whispered in her ear, and she was taken back to her childhood.

Once, they were sitting on the couch chatting, or rather, she was talking to herself.

A dull soap opera was playing on the TV, which she had insisted he watch with her.

The screen showed the leading man and woman at odds with each other, fighting hysterically.

Sylvan Cheney found it uninteresting, but Jasmine Yale was on the verge of tears.

Sylvan glanced at her and thought to himself how inexplicable girls can be.

“Sniff, Mr. Cheney, why doesn’t this guy trust her…”

She was angry, and saddened.

She pulled out a tissue to dab at her eyes.

“Deceiving you into tears.” Sylvan scoffed dismissively.

Jasmine Yale took offense at his insensitivity, and moved closer to him.

Sylvan glanced at her approach, and cleared his throat uncomfortably.

Jasmine was seventeen years old at that time.

She was a young girl, just discovering her femininity.

Sylvan knew she wasn’t a child anymore, so he moved away, for appearances’ sake.

Jasmine, however, was careless. As she wiped her tears, she angled her face up at him and reached for his arm: “Mr. Cheney, do you trust me?”

Sylvan looked at her face, and his eyelashes twitched.

“Talk to me.” Jasmine snuggled closer to him.

“Hmm.”

Jasmine was elated, almost leaping off the couch.

“Why do you trust me so much? Aren’t you afraid I might fool you?” Jasmine cuddled up to him again.

Despite what she had said, she was delighted.

“Well, you’d have to be capable of fooling me.”

“Hehe, no way, Mr. Cheney, I would never lie to you.” Jasmine laughed.

He trusted her so much; she would never lie to him.

Overjoyed, she reached out to wrap her little arms around his neck—

But Sylvan rose from his seat, a shadow falling across his face as he walked upstairs.

“Hey, Mr. Cheney!”

Jasmine didn’t go after him, but she was so happy, exceedingly so.

An autumn breeze blew, and a fallen leaf landed on Jasmine’s shoulder.

She shelved her memory and lowered her eyes.

She was so naive when she was young; she used to believe everything he said.

His sweet talk, he probably said to many other girls.

Only she, the fool, believed.

She had believed stupidly for such a long time, but now, she would never believe again.

“You say.”

Sylvan’s gaze fell upon her face.

Jasmine laughed, her laughter unrestrained, “She fell by herself, I didn’t push her.”

Before Sylvan could say anything, Lana Fern exploded.

She walked over and started scolding Jasmine Yale, “Where is your shame,

Jasmine Yale? So many people saw it, and you still won’t admit it?!”

Some people around started murmuring and defending the falsely accused.

“Yes, we all saw it. It was that girl who pushed.”

“Such a young girl already knows how to lie.”

“There’s surveillance here, and she still dares to lie.”

Lana Fern heard this and her eyes lit up, “Yes, the surveillance! We can check the footage! These people can testify too! We need justice!”

Jasmine’s expression remained unchanged. Yes, she lied.

But what does it matter if she lied or not? Even if she didn’t push today, Sylvan

Cheney wouldn’t have believed her anyway.

Sylvan Cheney was silent for a while, then raised his hand.

Jasmine Yale felt her heart leap, thinking he was going to slap her.

Her eyelashes twitched and she nearly closed her eyes.

But his hand landed gently on her shoulder, brushing off the fallen leaf..