The warmth in her body cooled down, and at that moment, she felt a sense of despair, utterly powerless, not knowing what to say, as if saying anything was redundant.
"So alike, too alike..." Navy Caddel's hand still caressed Jasmine Yale's face, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at Jasmine, as though he wanted to etch Jasmine's appearance into his mind.
Jasmine Yale's hand was somewhat weak, a pale glow in her eyes, and her face had lost its color.
It was as if everything around her suddenly quieted down, she couldn't hear any sounds, and her mind was blank.
Navy Caddel's hand untied her hairband, and her jet-black hair fell, resting on his hand.
Navy Caddel gently stroked her long hair, sighing: "She had the same long black hair as you. I often wonder if I was born into a prestigious family at the time, would I have had the confidence to confess to her, and would she have been my wife."
There was a hint of sighing and depth in his voice.
