At first glance, Jasmine Yale still looked the same as before, sweet and casual.
She bowed her head, eating the ribs alone at the vast dining table.
After a while, it felt like something tugged at her feet.
Jasmine looked down—
It was Riceball!
The large dog also lifted its head, tilting it as it looked at Jasmine Yale.
It really was Jasmine; it sniffed its nose and was not mistaken.
Perhaps because it hadn't seen Jasmine for so long, Riceball was especially joyful, circling around her feet, showing great affection.
Jasmine smiled, "Riceball, has it been a long time since you saw me?"
"Woof..." Riceball barked.
"Riceball, you've lost weight, hasn't someone been treating you well? When your little master isn't here, is someone being mean to you?"
Riceball had indeed lost weight, which was odd given the long time span; logically, it should have gained weight.
