Back to his dormitory, after taking a shower, Jas Black tossed and turned in the bed, suffering from insomnia for the first ti ever. Every ti he closed his eyes, his brain conjured up the phrase Peter Gingery had ntioned, "Jane Sampson said the scenery there was beautiful, she wanted to live there."
Considering Jane’s current temperant, which was much like the Monkey King’s, Jas began to doubt if Jane would finish filming and then suddenly inform him that she was going to volunteer teach and stay there long-term.
The more he thought about it, the more Jas felt that the Jane Sampson of the past would never do such a thing, but the present Jane Sampson might very well do so.
Even though it was already early morning, Jas still picked up his mobile phone and made a call to Jane Sampson.
In the quiet room, the mobile phone next to her suddenly rang, bringing Jane to a semi-conscious state. Before, picking up her phone would have been a quick and simple action, but due to acute high altitude disease, her reactions were slow, and it took her a few seconds to slowly reach out and answer the call.
"Hello," Jane didn’t check the caller ID and had no idea who would call her at midnight.
"Are you in the northwest?" Jas, hearing sothing off in Jane’s voice, speculated she might have been awakened by his call, which made him regret not waiting until the next day.
Jane’s real temper wasn’t necessarily good, and she might react angrily and give up on their ugly rabbit in a huff. So when Jas spoke again, his tone was deliberately calr and softer, "Rember to co ho next weekend."
Jane swore that in her entire life, she had never found Jas’s voice so moving, nor had she ever missed him so much.
His voice and his words unexpectedly made a sourness swell in Jane’s chest, and the tears she had been holding back all night suddenly spilled over, unstoppable.
"Jas Black," Jane bit her lip, but no matter how much she tried to disguise it, she couldn’t hide the sob in her voice, "I’m in so much pain, I feel like I’m dying."
Everyone has their own life, their own routine, and she didn’t dare to disturb anyone lightly, fearing they would be annoyed with her, fearing she would bother them.
In this world, there were already so few people who cherished her, and she couldn’t afford to lose a single one. She had to protect every ounce of affection she currently possessed with great care, ensuring it wasn’t destroyed by her actions.
However, feeling the deathly stillness of the room, Jane yearned for soone to talk with her, for soone to call her.
"Jas, I miss you." She missed him holding her in the evening, offering his broad shoulder and embrace like a haven she greedily longed for.
At this mont, Jane thought to herself, Jas, from here on, I’ll never complain about you insisting on holding in bed at night again. I miss you, very much, terribly so.
"Jas, if I die, you’ll beco a widower in your middle age. But that might not be so bad. If I die, there’ll be no one left to deliberately annoy you." As Jane spoke, her tears flowed more fiercely. "Jas, if I die, please don’t forget too quickly, okay? You’re my husband, and if even you forget soon, there wouldn’t be many left in the world who rember Jane Sampson."
In this world, there would probably be no one else who could make Jas experience what heartache felt like.
Listening to Jane’s crying in the phone, listening to her words that were as humble as dust, sothing pricked Jas’s heart.
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