In an instant, the air fell silent.
All around was quiet.
After a long while, Spencer Childe laughed self-deprecatingly: "It won’t be long, Dad should go to accompany you, you see, Dad’s hair is all white... All these years, I haven’t stopped taking dicine, no one around to keep company, quite lonely... sotis holding your photo and looking at it, I always feel you’re still by Dad’s side, but as soon as I lift my eyes, there’s only in the room..."
Tor cried, won’s emotions tend to fluctuate more easily, and she cried loudly, tears streaming down.
Listening to this, Jasmine Yale was unsure of what emotions she was feeling or if she was crying.
She only knew that the rain felt cold...
Lana Fern supported Spencer Childe: "Grandpa, Grandpa, you can consider Lana as family, Lana will take good care of you in the future."
"At my age, even doctors can’t take good care of , what can others do? Over the years, I’ve had countless surgeries, but I just don’t die. Tell ... what is it that’s been keeping going? Vaguely, it’s Qiana and the people who died at the Cheney Residence telling I can’t have any incidents, that I still need to live, because the grudge hasn’t been settled yet..." Spencer Childe spoke again, tapping the ground with his cane.
White mist floated in the air at dawn, and every little sound was amplified.
"All these years, whenever I think of that fire at the Sumr Resort, whenever I think of Qiana’s despair as she jumped into the river, I can’t sleep, tossing and turning all night. No dicine can cure it, when doctors co, they all say it’s a disease of the heart. Physical illnesses can be treated with dicine, but what about heartache, how should heartache be cured?" Spencer Childe looked at the tombstone, his gaze murky and sorrowful.
"Grandpa, heartache must be healed with heart dicine," Lana Fern said, "Whatever you want to do, you don’t have to worry too much, for letting Aunt Childe be at peace below is the best, right?"
"This Qingming Festival, Aunt Childe would be very happy to see Grandpa. You’re her Dad, soone she can trust and count on to shield her from the storm. Every father is a superhero in the eyes of their daughter, a father’s embrace is warm and dependable."
Lana Fern rambled on.
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes, her heart seemingly skipping a beat.
It seems Spencer Childe and Lana... know everything.
If this debt must eventually be repaid, then she shall repay it, at least in the future, no longer fearing saying a wrong word or making a wrong aning.
Cold, so cold.
The rain tonight is exceptionally cold.
Jasmine Yale wanted to hug her own arms, but her shoulders were held down by a bodyguard, and she couldn’t move.
Suddenly, she started to miss Sylvan Cheney’s embrace...
She loved it most in the winter when he’d wear a warm sweater, and she’d snuggle up in his embrace.
Every ti at that mont, he would place his large hand on her little head and gently rub it.
Thinking of this, Jasmine Yale smiled softly.
Gradually, the smile froze on her face.
The light in her eyes slowly dissipated, and her pupils were not filled with too much panic, instead, she was much more composed than at the beginning.
The first ti seeing Sylvan Cheney’s mother, she hadn’t expected it to be in this way.
Rainwater ran down her hair, her whole body already soaked, cold to the extre.
Especially her feet, icy cold.
She didn’t even know how much longer she could hold out in the rain, but she knew that she might... not see tomorrow’s sun.
Spencer Childe’s voice still clearly reached her ears, she stood silently, motionless.
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