YM778.TV Chapter 395: Jumping Down, It Will
Moreover, Jasmine Yale was wearing a maid’s outfit; they presumed that she was taking a bath in the bathroom!
The fire in the outer room was spreading, the curtains were also aflame!
Once the curtains were aflame, the fire ignited more fiercely, blazing wildly!
Jasmine Yale knew that if she didn’t escape quickly, help would soon arrive!
She didn’t dare to brazenly run down the stairs, so she followed the corridor and casually pushed open a room.
The room was pitch-black, so dark you couldn’t see your hand before your eyes; if she hadn’t guessed wrong, it was a storage room.
Jasmine Yale saw the window thanks to the hallway light!
She quickly ran to the window, pulled open the curtains, and opened the blinds!
Cold wind was gusting in, mixed with a few threads of rain. This rain, like numerous silver needles, stung when it hit her face, causing pain as if penetrating her bones.
The wind blew her long hair about.
She looked down from the window and her legs immediately started to tremble.
Her heart was pounding violently in her chest!
Her fingers tightly clung to the window sill, struggling to maintain grip.
Her knuckles whitened, and she couldn’t help trembling.
The third floor… was much higher than she had imagined, and below seemed to be a garden, but she didn’t know if anyone was guarding it.
The downstairs was pitch-black, giving off a chilling coldness.
She was not familiar with this place at all, she didn’t know what would happen if she jumped.
But if she didn’t jump, she could only wait for death, her heart cut out alive and used as a sacrifice.
No one would save her, except for herself.
Jasmine Yale’s face turned pale, she climbed up to the window.
If she jumped, life and death were uncertain, if she didn’t, it was a guaranteed death.
With that thought, she chose to jump!
The wind blew her black hair about, gust after gust of coldness…
This cold seeped into her bones, leaving all her limbs freezing cold.
She is just a little girl who loves crying and fears pain, even a sprained ankle could make her cry for half a day.
And now, if she jumped and was unlucky, even if she lived, her legs might be broken.
She could only pray that such a thing wouldn’t happen.
Jasmine Yale’s legs were trembling uncontrollably as she stood by the window.
She looked down at the abyss-like building below, feeling a profound sense of coldness and fear.
In the air, there seemed to be a whiff of the rotten smell of death mixed with the scent of withered grass.
One second, two seconds, three seconds…
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes, but couldn’t control her trembling legs.
What was awaiting her after jumping? Would she be caught again or become disabled?
Third floor, not high, not low, but already at a fatal height.
Her heart was about to jump out of her throat, Jasmine Yale tried to control her emotions and swallowed her saliva.
The cold wind, like a knife, cut into her face.
Her heartbeat accelerated, and more than twenty years of memories flashed in her mind, swirling rapidly like a carousel.
The carefree childhood, the life and death separation at eight, the unbearable pain at twenty…
Love, hatred, greed, obsession, nostalgia…
Scene by scene flashed by, in front of her, her mom’s elegant, gentle smiling face seemed to reappear.
Her mom reached out her hand, gently calling her name: Jasmine, Jasmine…
Jasmine Yale abruptly came back to reality, her face devoid of any color.
She stared blankly with her hollow eyes at the darkness below that was ferocious like a wild beast.
Jumping down, it would definitely hurt.
But if her heart was already dead, she should… not feel it, right?
If she had known this would be her end, she would have rather starved to death in the streets back then…
Jasmine Yale steadied her heartbeat, held onto the sill, braced herself, and jumped!