He was afraid she might wake up in the night, so he didn't turn off the lights and left a warm yellow wall lamp on.
Will Caddel straightened his back, standing by the bed, gazing at Jasmine Yale for a long time. He kept staring at her face, watching, a bit dazed and flickering in his eyes.
Jasmine Yale maintained this position without moving, hazily as if asleep.
Jasmine Yale's drinking habits were somewhat okay; when drunk, apart from talking nonsense and vomiting, she was otherwise alright.
Will Caddel didn't know how much she had drunk tonight, and he felt quite guilty for not taking care of her well.
After standing by the bed for a long time, he turned around and stepped out of the suite.
The night was deep, the thick curtains tightly shut, unable to see the view outside, only the bedroom light faintly glowing, the only light in the suite.
All around was silent, no sound could be heard.
