How can she bear all this, having lost her parents at such a young age?
Aunt May looked at Jasmine Yale with love and compassion.
Just then, Charles Mcintosh was walking from the hospital entrance toward the lawn, dressed in a black suit and carrying a paper bag.
As he approached, Jasmine Yale happened to lift her head.
Jasmine smiled at him warmly.
Charles responded with a smile.
"Charles is here, have a seat." Aunt May made room, "Did you buy sothing nice? Is there anything for ?"
"It’s all for Jasmine. If you want sothing, you’ll have to ask her." Charles placed the bags on the chair and began to open them one by one.
He had known Aunt May for many years, and he knew she was optimistic, cheerful, and easygoing. With her accompanying Jasmine Yale, it was certainly the best.
Charles saw the paleness on Jasmine’s face but refrained from looking any further, as he focused on unpacking the bags.
"Soy milk from Lean Brand, here you go." Charles placed the warm soy milk in Jasmine’s hand.
"Thank you." Jasmine accepted it with a soft smile.
There were many, many people who were kind to her...
Jasmine was deeply moved, her eyes slightly misty with tears.
"And pastries, snacks..." Charles took out the rest of the items.
As the chief assistant, his mory had to be excellent.
Sylvan Cheney occasionally ntioned what Jasmine liked to eat, sotis asking him to buy it, sotis just bringing it up casually.
He rembered it all.
Didn’t expect that one day, it would co in handy.
Jasmine truly liked these little treats, holding the warm soy milk in both hands and quietly looking at the gifts in the bag.
Her expression was sowhat dazed.
Sylvan Cheney also loved buying little things to cheer her up...
"So many things, Charles is so generous, much more than my stingy son." Aunt May broke the silence, "It turns out Jasmine and I like similar things; I always knew we were kindred spirits."
"Aunt May, try this, it’s delicious." Jasmine handed Aunt May a bag of chocolate beans.
"Sure, let try. I rember the last ti I ate these was during the New Year, given to by a little girl about five or six years old."
Jasmine cradled the soy milk and silently drank it, with the sunlight pouring down on her; her dark hair shimred with gleaming light.
In her clear, pure eyes, there was an indescribable expression.
After a while, Aunt May found an excuse to check the ward and gave Charles a look.
Charles understood and followed her.
In the quiet office, Aunt May poured Charles a cup of hot tea.
"Charles, sit down. It’s been a long ti..." Aunt May finally sighed, a sigh that had been held for a long, long ti, so much so that it made her chest feel anxious, and her eyes welled up with tears, wanting to cry but not daring to.
"Aunt May..."
"I’m fine. I know what you want to say, I’m fine, really." Aunt May wiped the corners of her eyes, "At my age, I’ve been through everything. I’m fine."
"Aunt May, if you want to cry, just cry. There are no outsiders here." Charles’s voice was hoarse, "These past few days, when I’m ho alone, I also feel disoriented. When I co back to my senses, my face is cold."
"Charles..." Aunt May couldn’t hold back anymore and hugged Charles like a child, "Sylvan was so good, how could he be gone just like that? Why, why is it like this..."
Charles sighed.
"Do you know? Watching Jasmine, my heart feels like it’s being cut by a knife. The last ti they ca over, they were such a loving couple."
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