Jasmine opened the door quietly.

The bedside lamp in the room was lit up.

Seeing her mother lying on the bed, Jasmine was surprised and then whispered, "Mom, why are you still awake."

Jasmine’s face was still red, which made her pretty.

She took off her coat and hung her bag in the wardrobe.

They planed to celebrate New Year’s Day together. Jasmine thought that her mother would have fallen asleep since it was very late.

Unexpectedly, her mother was still waiting for her.

"Did you have dinner?"

The woman whispered and was about to sit up. Jasmine quickly gave her a pillow to support her back. "Not yet, I’m going to cook."

The woman nodded. She took away the bowl of noodles on the bedside cabinet. It got cold.

Jasmine noticed that her mother ate less and less when she wasn’t at home.

Looking at bubbles of boiling water in the pot, Jasmine lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Mom, let’s go to the hospital next week."

Her mother did need treatment.

She looked weak. Jasmine was worried about her health condition.

Her mother was her sole relative. She couldn’t bear her mother’s passing away.

"Why did you come back so late? Was it because of the boy who chats with you every day?"

The woman didn’t respond to Jasmine but changed the topic.

Jasmine was stunned. She subconsciously raised her head to look at the woman, with panic on her face.

"Of... of course not. It has nothing to do with him." Jasmine’s voice was low, as well as her confidence.

She held the fork more tightly and stared at the boiling water.

Pursing her lips, she said slowly, "Mom, my academy won’t be affected although I’m going out with him."

She never intended to hide it and clearly, it was impossible.

She wasn’t a good liar at all. Particularly, she would feel guilty about telling a little lie to her mother.

Jasmine sounded calm as if she was promising.

The woman said softly with a smile, "I understand. You’re my daughter. I’m delighted to hear that you have someone to like. You’re beautiful, I believe that he likes you, too."

Hearing that, Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief and wore a smile. Her face turned red as she felt shy.

"I don’t mean to blame you. I’m happy. I’m relieved that he can accompany you."

Her daughter had grown up. Although she was reluctant to part with Jasmine, admittedly, Jasmine had less and less time to stay with her.

"Mom..."

"I’m serious. I’m relieved as long as he is also serious. It’s cold outside. Don’t ask him to wait for a long time anymore."

The woman sounded a little weak, but she tried to brace her up when it comes to Jasmine.

Jasmine blushed. She put the noodles into the pot.

It was expected that her mother would get it since she came back so late.

After dinner, Jasmine lay on the bed.

Her mother sleeping beside her coughed and woke up.

Jasmine got up to give her a cup of water.

"The fireworks must be very beautiful."

The woman smoothed her breath and said.

Jasmine nodded. "It was set off at the City Square. The streets were lit up."

She found the fireworks of this year particularly charming since Herbert was with her.

A bright moon rose outside the window.

Jasmine held tightly the quilt in her arms and couldn’t help smiling.

For the first time, she found the winter not so freezing.

She still remembered the tender touch of the kiss. It was strange and unforgettable.

As if pink bubbles were blowing in the air.

She even found the air sweet, like the pure taste of love.

She was not sure whether her mother had fallen asleep.

Her phone screen beside the pillow was on, showing a message from Herbert. "Herbert: Good night, I miss you!"

She said softly with a smile, "Mom, he is really a good boy."

...

In Herbert’s apartment.

Looking at the phone, Herbert was waiting for Jasmine’s reply. But he didn’t get it.

"It was so late, she must be asleep. Or maybe it was inconvenient for her since someone was around." he wondered.

He lay on the bed happily, thinking all about Jasmine, which stopped him from falling asleep.

He touched his lips and couldn’t help cracking a smile.

As if the scene of their kiss was flashing before his eyes.

Standing in a valley, a young boy and a young girl were kissing beside a wall.

Their shadow was stretched by distant streetlights.

They had kissed for a long time under the light. It was quiet as if time was framed.

Herbert also still remembered the feeling of the kiss.

He then giggled.

Suddenly, the phone fell and hit him on the nose.

The phone was heavy. It hurt.

He came to his sense and his good mood disappeared in a moment.

It was painful. He felt dizzy and even wanna cry.

Da*n!

He gasped and was about to scream. Then his phone rang.

A call from "Queen" got his full attention.

He quickly picked up his phone and answered the call.

"Don’t you have a day off on New Year’s Day?" Hilla said with dissatisfaction.

Herbert was friendly although Hilla questioned him directly.

"I have. But only one day. It’s too short. I don’t wanna go back and forth." Expectedly, Hilla sneered.

Hilla glanced at her two daughters sitting on the sofa and said in a more serious voice.

"Your two sisters are back. Why didn’t you drive them home? Tell me, you have a hidden reason, right?"

"Mrs. Anderson, what are you talking about? I’m your pure and innocent boy. What

reasons can I have?"

Herbert’s voice was a bit husky.

His voice had been broken.

Though, Hilla was not pleased with it since she was dissatisfied.

Her face was filled with mockery, instead of happiness. Then she wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Don’t play the woman. Be a man or you’ll get dumped." Hearing that he would be dumped, Herbert was irritated.

"Mrs. Anderson, how could you curse your son? Don’t you wanna have a grandson?" Hilla replied without hesitation.

"Yes, but I don’t have to count on you."

Fortunately, she had another son. Otherwise, she would be worried about when she could have a grandson or even a daughter-in-law.

"Mom, you are looking down on me. Do you think Andrew will have a child ahead of me? I don’t think so."

Although he was always believed to be overshadowed by Andrew.

Herbert wanted to win in terms of dating girls.

He strongly believed that a cute and sunny boy like him was attractive to girls. "I’m not sure whether Andrew is reliable or not. But I know you’re not." Hearing Hilla’s cold voice, Herbert’s heart was broken.

And he even had no chance to argue. Hilla continued to say, "Andrew will come back the day after tomorrow. I think you should know what to do if you don’t expect him to find you."

It was obvious.

Andrew would definitely bring him a Greek gift.

He had no choice but to be bullied.

"Why does he come back? Aren’t those foreign girls pretty enough?" Herbert was upset.

He believed that his free life would come to an end once Andrew was back.

For years, many girls who liked him eventually turned to have a crush on Andrew.

Andrew was his rival! He couldn’t bear to lose any more.

Hearing Herbert’s words, Hilla couldn’t help frowning.

"I don’t know why he comes back. But I’m sure you need a spanking," Hilla said seriously.

How dare he talk to his mother in this way?

...

It was the morning of New Year’s Day.

It had snowed lightly the night before.

This winter is not cold, and the thin snowfall had somehow enriched it.

Snowflakes swirled and fell, and a cold fragrance floated in the air.

Jasmine wrapped herself in a thick coat. As soon as she walked out of the door, she saw a teenager leaning against a black car across the street.

When Henry saw Jasmine, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

His smile was like a wintersweet blooming in winter, full of vitality.

In the sight of Jasmine, it was the most beautiful scenery this winter.

A trace of joy appeared in Jasmine’s eyes. However, her face remained cold and elegant without any expression.

Just as she stepped forward, there was a sudden warmth in her palm.

Henry gave her a cup of hot milk tea.

"It’s still early. I bought you breakfast in case you are hungry."

Jasmine was about to ask him if he had breakfast or not, but Henry spoke first. She had to swallow her doubts back in.

She smiled and said, "You brought the food just for me?"

Henry was stunned for a moment and then asked nervously, "Is there anyone else with us?"

He was wondering whether he should go buy some more food.

Jasmine looked at his confused face.

She could not help but laugh and shook his head. "No, only the two of us."

Today was their first date, and it was all about the two of them.

Henry smiled after hearing her words.

Just the two of them. In a world of two, no third party was allowed.

Jasmine looked at his clothes and frowned. "How long have you been standing here with so few clothes on?"

Feeling cared for, the young man was full of love.

It was as sweet as the milk tea in her hand.

He couldn’t help feeling a little smug.

"I’m not cold. I have clothes in my car." With her here, he could no longer feel cold.

Jasmine glanced at him and quickly said, "Let’s get in the car first."

Because of the sudden snow, the ground today was covered with a thin layer of ice, and as they stepped on the ice, it melted into pieces.

Henry finally came to his senses and the two of them got into the car.

Sitting in the car, Jasmine took a sip of the milk tea in her hand.

The fragrance and sweet taste warmed her heart.

"Have a drink. It’ll keep you warm," Jasmine said.

Naturally, she put the cup in front of Henry.

The straw that just touched her lips had an alluring sheen.

Henry just stared at Jasmine and said uncertainly, "You’ve had enough?" Could this be considered a kiss, like what they did last night?

Thinking of this, Henry suddenly felt his mouth completely dry and his view fell on Jasmine’s cherry lips.

There seemed to be some milk tea left on her lips, so her lips look moist and warm, with a tempting taste.

"I can’t drink such a big cup of milk tea all by myself."

Jasmine smiled as she replied naturally.

She held the cup in her hand towards him.

Jasmine thought that boys won’t like things that tasted so sweet, so she had to coax him to drink.

"Try it. It’s really delicious."

Jasmine suddenly approached Henry, and he felt a faint fragrance coming from her.

The same smell that drove him crazy last night.

Henry suddenly felt flustered.

He grabbed the cup in Jasmine’s hand, quickly turned around, and took a strong sip of the milk tea.

"How is it? Is it sweet?"

Jasmine asked nervously.

Because she liked it, Henry bought it for her almost every time.

Besides, the milk tea he gave her was always at the right temperature through the winter.

However, she had never seen Henry drink it.

Jasmine was not foolish enough to think that a rich boy like Henry would be short of money for a cup of milk tea.

It was mostly because Henry did not even like it at all.

"Yes, it tastes good."

Henry turned around and replied in a daze.

He had forgotten what he had just drunk.

As soon as he turned, his view fell on Jasmine’s lips.

The delicate pink of her lips seemed to lure him.

He couldn’t help but think of the touch and shock from her lips the night before.

It was so beautiful that it was impossible to forget and so excited that it made his heart full of emotion.

It was so sweet that it made him want to kiss her again...

With this thought in mind, Henry hurriedly pressed Jasmine back to her seat and said in a panic, "Sit well. We’re leaving now."

Then he stuffed the milk tea he had just drunk back into Jasmine’s hands.

Just as he was about to wear his seatbelt, he felt a sudden warmth on his face.

Jasmine leaned over and kissed him on the face.

Henry thought he was going to die of happiness!