Jasmine Yale could never forget the roaring voice of her English teacher from behind her, "Jasmine Yale, if you can, then don't bother coming back to class!"
After that incident, she was mocked by her classmates for several weeks and became known as a bad student among many teachers.
But at that time, she seem to think of nothing else, driven by a single thought—she wanted to see him, desperately so.
How many months were there in a year, yet it had been a month since she last saw him.
At an age when love first awakened, she hated that she couldn't see him every day. The separation of a month was unbearable for her.
All she could think about was his appearance, wondering if he had lost weight, or if he might not recognize her.
Furthermore, he was abroad again, and she had heard that there were many beautiful girls overseas—the white, rich, and beautiful kind.
Would he bring a girlfriend back with him?
