Tears almost ca rushing out, soaking the pillow and the corners of the quilt.
Jasmine Yale’s small hand tightly clutched the quilt, while the other hand covered her face.
Tears seeped through her fingers.
At tis like this, she could cry without restraint.
Sylvan Cheney was not ho, and Butler Santana had not yet awakened; she could cry, could let all her emotions out through tears, and no one would mind.
The whole bedroom was left with only her sobbing.
"Mama, can you hear Jasy’s voice? Jasy misses you... Jasy has not been filial, knowing Willow Wave City is so close to Landon but dare not visit you."
"I didn’t know the Xinez Family and the Cheney Family had such a major feud; if I had known, eighteen years ago, I definitely would not have gone ho with him..." Jasmine cried, "You’re really disappointed in Jasy, aren’t you, for falling for soone I shouldn’t love, even afraid to glance at you."
"He hates the Xinez Family; I don’t know if he hates , maybe not, but during Qingming these days, I can tell he’s not in a good mood."
"Even though I know he might not get past those feelings, even though I know it’s unlikely he will be with , still I can’t help but want to love him, want to stay by his side. Seeing him smile is good, seeing him frown is good, being able to see him is good."
"Mama, I know I’m useless, just scold ..."
There’s a term called "like a moth drawn to a fla," and another called "reckless abandon."
Having both will make you lowly as dust.
She doesn’t know if flowers can bloom in the dust.
Jasmine curled up into a ball, put the phone aside, and cried under the covers.
Her sobs mixed with the sound of rain, lasting a long ti.
"Mama, if in the future he really doesn’t want anymore, I’ll leave him..." Jasmine choked, "I won’t shalessly cling to him."
"Actually, I always knew I’m not worthy of him. He’s the chosen one, I’m an orphan; we were worlds apart to begin with."
"Mama, today Jasy can accompany you and talk a little, but I don’t know if you can hear..."
Jasmine quietly sniffled, her voice growing softer and softer.
Gradually, she covered her face and couldn’t speak, only intermittently choked and sobbed, her eyes red.
A large part of the sheet was wet, and she cried till she was out of breath.
Already an emotionally fragile person, at this mont, tears soaked her pajamas, her face was covered with tear stains.
She couldn’t speak, just silently stared at the curtains.
Outside it was pitch black, with just the faint light of street lamps.
The sound of rain was flowing, and her tears entangled like rainwater.
She dared not even ask where her father was, where he was buried, cautiously hiding all her thoughts, fearing he would be displeased.
The Xinez Family was wrong first.
If not for Patronus Xinez’s wicked thoughts back then, Sylvan Cheney’s mother would still be alive today.
Similarly, her mother would also be alive.
She and Sylvan Cheney wouldn’t have intersected, nor would there have been eighteen years of monts.
They would just be two different families in Landon, perhaps crossing paths at so banquet, maybe she’d admire him like other young won, but certainly... there wouldn’t be eighteen years of unforgettable mories.
In any case, it wouldn’t have been like later—
She ended up destitute, almost starved to death.
He brought her ho with a piece of candy.
At that ti, he was like the sun, radiant, bright, dazzling, always carrying a clean aura, untainted, aristocratic and elegant.
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