Chapter 1067 Sylvan Cheney is a 'Swindler

He didn't come every week, and when he didn't, she could roughly be aware that he wasn't in Chicago.

The times he didn't come still made up the majority.

That day, Friday evening.

After class, Jasmine Yale carried her books and took Sweet Kitty to the nearby park to read.

Autumn in Chicago was very beautiful with a golden cover and many yellow, fallen leaves on the ground.

As the evening grew cooler, Jasmine wore a thick, light purple knitted coat.

When the wind blew, leaves occasionally fluttered onto her shoulder like butterflies, then slowly spiraled down.

In the evening park, the sunset reflected the sky, painting the horizon an enticing, beautiful shade of orange.

The setting sun pushed to the ground, dry leaves everywhere.

Jasmine sat down on the bench and quietly read her book.

The pace here was slow, and now and then one could see old people and children walking.

Sometimes, leaves even fell onto her book.