Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1045 - Chapter 1045 Chapter 1045 Is That Person an Ex

Chapter 1045: Chapter 1045: Is That Person an Ex? Chapter 1045: Chapter 1045: Is That Person an Ex? Jasmine Yale truly was giving a speech on such an occasion for the first time, striving to remain calm, yet nervousness was inevitable.

Eight minutes was a lengthy process.

But, particularly nervous during the first minute, gradually, her mood eased considerably.

Her bright eyes looked toward the crowd beneath the stage; the corners of her lips bore a slight smile, as dimples flickered between visibility and invisibility.

She didn’t know why, but when she looked at the crowd below, her heart inexplicably felt less tense.

She always felt that there were a pair of familiar eyes watching her from beneath the stage.

However, as she looked up, all she saw was a dense crowd of people, men and women, old and young.

She couldn’t locate the source of those eyes, but every time she looked down at the crowd, her heart felt a strange sensation.

This feeling was very intense.

Right around eight minutes, Jasmine Yale finished her opening ceremony speech.

Throughout, her face wore a light smile, as bright and clear as the moon, as gentle as a breeze, bright and beautiful.

Just as she was about to step away from the podium, a little girl ran up from beneath the stage, presenting her with a beautiful bouquet of flowers!

The hand bouquet was particularly lovely, including baby’s breath and perfume lilies, with elegant colors and an overwhelming fragrance.

Jasmine Yale bent down, taking the bouquet with a surprised delight.

“For Sister Yale,” the pretty little girl tiptoed up, handing her the flowers.

There was applause from below, and the flashlights went off.

“Thank you,” Jasmine Yale smiled and crouched down.

The little girl was chubby, about four or five years old, with big eyes, red lips, and her hair was tied in neat little braids.

She hugged Jasmine Yale, and Jasmine kissed her cheek.

Jasmine was quite surprised, she didn’t expect that even children would be giving her flowers.

And it was such a cute little girl.

The little girl giggled twice, and while embracing Jasmine Yale, she whispered in her ear: “Big Brother sent them.”

Hmm???

Just as Jasmine Yale was about to speak again, the little girl had already run off the stage.

By the time Jasmine regained her senses, she only had a bunch of fresh, delicate flowers in her hand, their fragrance powerful.

Big Brother? Which Big Brother?

Jasmine looked down at the crowd, but there were too many people, and she couldn’t make out anything.

A fellow freshman stood up to ask, “Miss Yale, having entered the University of Cakago as the top scorer, are there any people or events that have greatly helped you?”

Holding the flowers, Jasmine thought for a moment.

She smiled and said, “Perhaps since my childhood, I liked following in someone’s footsteps. Even when he went far and I could no longer catch up, the habit of chasing was formed. It’s acceptable not to be excellent, but giving up is not.”

Someone sniffed a whiff of gossip and quickly asked, “Was that person an ex?”

Jasmine shook her head smilingly, graciously and lightheartedly, “It was my brother.”

Having said that, Jasmine handed the microphone back to the host and left the stage to return to her seat.

In her heart, she still wanted to treat him as a brother, but she knew he wouldn’t acknowledge it.

A sister whose entire family was destroyed by him, a sister who made him bear a blood debt…

She knew nothing about the Ximenez Family, but she knew what kind of hatred a deep-seated grudge was.

A senior then took the stage, and he shared some blessings and words of encouragement.

With the bouquet in hand, Jasmine’s thoughts drifted slightly.

The scent of the flowers drifted to her nostrils as she quietly listened to the senior’s speech, her gaze fixed on the stage.

The auditorium lights were brightly exquisite, and the ancient building was brimming with youth and vitality.

Jasmine loved this kind of life, feeling like a bird that had long been caged, suddenly reborn, flying towards the vast sky.