We heard from one of the stall owners that the area was going to be developed into a new residential area. The land had been allocated to a real estate development company, and construction would start soon.
There were a few stalls and pedestrians here. So, there was nothing much to see. The three of us turned around to head back so that we could go for dinner.
After walking a few steps, Queenie suddenly stopped and said, "Lulu, look there." I followed her gaze and was taken aback by what I saw.
About ten yards ahead, Gavin was pushing Jasmine's wheelchair. She was wearing a simple white dress with her long hair flowing behind her. She had light makeup on, and her beauty exuded a sense of intimidation that kept people from approaching casually.
This version of Jasmine felt unfamiliar to me. It was as if there were two people with the same face. But it was unmistakably her, not someone else. It seemed that she would only show her true colors behind our backs.
I smiled. Instead of rehabilitating, she was out in the flea market. She must have been very bored as she couldn't help but stir up some trouble. I just wondered what new trick she wanted to pull at the flea market.
"Jasmine sure has quite a lot of leisure activities," I said somewhat sarcastically.
"It's far from the hospital, right? Wouldn't she feel tired?" Queenie asked puzzlingly.
"Who knows what kind of quirk this is." I shrugged, finding her actions quite incomprehensible.
Just then, a black luxury car silently glided over and stopped next to her. The driver lowered his head as he opened the back door. Gavin then lifted her into the back seat while the driver folded up the wheelchair and put it in the trunk.
From this whole scene, she looked like a young lady from a wealthy family who came out for a stroll.
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