After buying what she needed, Jasmine Yale walked along the wide hospital road with a backpack on her back.
The leaves fell quietly, and she felt like a wanderer, walking alone on an unfamiliar street.
Just then, she received a call from Yukon Carbon.
"Jasmine, I just got to Old York. How have you been the past few days?" Yukon Carbon asked, standing at the window of his office, looking out at the endless blue sky.
"I'm doing fine, no worries."
"Did you have breakfast? Take care of yourself, no one's there to look after you in Cakago."
"I just had a check-up, it's okay, I can take care of myself. Don't worry, I'm not a child anymore."
"In my eyes, you're still like a kid." Yukon Carbon laughed.
"Is it me who seems childish, or is it you? Fighting at your age, are you all healed now?"
"I'm fine, just a little scratch on the corner of my mouth. Someone else got hurt more than me." Yukon Carbon spoke of the person with disdain.
