Jasmine stopped trembling and made a determined decision, telling herself, "I'll head to our meeting spot and check if he's still waiting for me there."
With hardly a word to the watchmen, she turned and quickly headed north, across the field where she had encountered Oliver earlier, in the direction of the pool. She almost forgot about her limp as she hurried toward the distant trees lining the pool's edge.
As the sky began to redden above the mountains, the joyful sound of cascading water reached Jasmine's ears. With a quickening heart, she hastened forward and, to her delight, heard a familiar whistle tune nearby.
There he was, standing by the pool, his face illuminated by the rising sun. Jasmine stumbled toward him, and he swiftly moved to her side. She fell into his embrace, tear
