Chapter 1213: Chapter 1213: Hold Tight, Embrace in Arms
Treasured objects from many years ago had returned to her hands, and she was flooded with countless emotions.
The notes were all in her own handwriting, and as she casually flipped through them, she realized that soone else had handled them.
Sylvan Cheney had definitely seen them.
Jasmine Yale picked up a pink note—
To her surprise, she found that words had been written on the back. Not Chinese characters, but numbers, such as 7.12, 8.19…
Confounded, she quickly flipped through all the notes and discovered that numbers were written on all of them.
For a long ti, Jasmine was at a loss to understand the aning of these numbers.
What did they an?
Her eyes shimred with a blank gloss, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Suddenly, she had an epiphany.
These were dates!
Yes, they were dates!
There were many notes in the box, and each one had a date written on the back.
Jasmine Yale arranged the dates in ascending order…
Although they were just dates, the handwriting was familiar; it was Sylvan Cheney’s.
She didn’t understand why he had written the dates. Was it out of boredom? But he wasn’t a boring person; he was busy.
The dates were not consecutive; there were gaps of several days in between.
Perhaps there were a few days when he hadn’t had the ti to write.
As she arranged them one by one, reaching the very last date, she found a line of elegant and unrestrained writing: “I have relived your ten years.”
Jasmine’s hand, clutching the note, trembled, her face wearing an expression of astonishnt and bewildernt.
She stood frozen in place, taking a long ti to co back to her senses.
The note clenched in her palm, a faint layer of sweat ford on her hand.
With her head bowed, eyes downturned, she looked at the note in the palm of her hand.
The front of the note contained her words; the back bore his dates.
Since she had received this box, she had begun to habitually write notes, continuing until she was eighteen.
By her calculations, that was exactly ten years.
Although these notes didn’t fully capture her emotions, the snippets revealed her past feelings and thoughts.
Very childish.
He must have read them… did he laugh a lot?
Such a childish act, only she could have done it.
She had hidden the box in her bedroom, later forgetting to take it with her.
Since she turned eighteen that year, she had hidden the box away, not expecting to see it again for many years.
A complex tide of emotions surged through her, spreading throughout her heart.
At this mont, she didn’t know what to feel; it was complicated, very complicated.
Why had he returned the box to her…
He could have kept it…
Was it disdain?
No, clearly he had looked through each one and had even marked the dates on the back.
From the dates, it was evident that he wrote them this year.
That ant, after she left the Cheney Residence, he went through all these notes again from start to finish, making annotations.
Before Jasmine Yale’s eyes, the image of that man suddenly appeared—
She could almost see him in the quiet depths of the night, the tall man leaning askew against the bedside, his long fingers flipping through the notes while he penned the dates.
A slight smile played at the corners of his lips, a light laughter gracing his face, a kind of smile rarely seen on him.
Jasmine’s eyes brimd with confusion and haze, at a loss.
She held the tal box tight, cradling it in her arms.
Outside the window, sunshine was splendid, its bright rays shining through the clear glass, reflecting upon the floor, illuminating Jasmine Yale’s strands of hair.
In the spacious bedroom, she was alone.
She stayed in a crouching position for a long, long ti.
Ten years, an endless journey.
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