It took a long time before Jasmine's tears stopped.
The latter went into the bathroom for a few minutes, and by the time she emerged, the only trace of crying on her face was her swollen eyes. She had conjured her well-convincing smile once more.
Anne gave her a knowing look after seeing her familiar mask once more.
Jasmine chuckled nervously, "I had a lot of stuff on my mind, that's why I..."
"And you're not going to tell me why you just cried your eyes out, am I right?" Anne said, folding her arms on her chest.
Getting Jasmine to speak of her deepest pains had always been a near-impossible task. Hence, Anne knew this time might not be too different from the other times.
She was the kind of person who would have to be hanging at the very edge of the cliff before she would ask for help. Anne wasn't too different in that aspect; hence, the two of them connected well back then.
