Capítulo 1751: Chapter 1751: Sylvan Cheney, take away…
She missed him, couldn’t endure it for a mont.
Charles Mcintosh ca today to ask her if she wanted to go to Cakago, which indirectly ant to tell her that Sylvan Cheney wasn’t coming back.
Perhaps he had found Sylvan Cheney’s corpse, but he didn’t tell her, nor did he fulfill his promise of letting her see it, probably fearing she wouldn’t be able to handle it.
The discomfort in her stomach began to churn again, wave after wave.
Jasmine Yale frowned tightly, her small hands clutching her pajamas, bitterness rising in her throat.
Her complexion grew ever paler.
“Mr. Mcintosh, I’m going upstairs…” she lifted her eyes to look at him.
Charles Mcintosh then nodded, knowing that whatever he said would be useless.
So wounds could only be handed over to ti.
Jasmine Yale turned around, wearing slippers, supporting herself on the staircase railing as she went upstairs.
She had endured for a month, a whole month, but she couldn’t take it anymore…
Jasmine Yale’s figure was thin and faint, forming a stark contrast with the vast house.
She silently went up to the second floor, her face devoid of any expression, calm as water, with no ripples or waves.
Charles Mcintosh shook his head, unable to do anything but leave.
On the second floor, Jasmine Yale closed the door and sat on the big bed she shared with Sylvan Cheney.
During this ti, the place she spent most of her ti was the bedroom; she always felt that the air here still held the scent of Sylvan Cheney. Sitting in the bedroom, it felt as though he was still by her side.
She found the red string Chale Cheney had tied on her wrist and fastened it again.
This string, she had one, and so did Sylvan Cheney.
She hoped the string could bind their destinies in this life, and in the next life… they could et again.
Be it love or hate, resentnt or joy, this life ended here.
Jasmine Yale silently sat at the head of the bed, without a sound, her gaze fixed on the white wall opposite, with no light in her eyes.
Outside the window was a clear sky, washed blue and bright flowers in bloom.
It was around this season when she t him; he was the most beautiful scenery in her life.
Thousands of brushes couldn’t paint even one-tenth of him.
May a hundred blossoms pave the way, a phoenix guide their destiny through three lives.
In the next life, they must et each other.
Jasmine Yale’s right hand gently caressed the red string on her left hand, the movents slow and gentle to the extre.
“Sylvan Cheney… shall I stay with you…” Jasmine Yale’s lips curved into a smile, the upward arc carrying a tenderness so poignant it tore at the heart.
A pair of little dimples blood at the corners of her lips.
Ahead, it seed Sylvan Cheney’s figure appeared, reaching out his hand to her.
Jasmine Yale also reached out, interlocking fingers, never to part.
She rembered when they first t, he was like this, reaching out to her when she was looking scruffy, giving her a lollipop, and taking her ho.
No… she shalessly followed him, running and crying, calling, “Big doggy, take ho.”
Take her ho…
Would he take her ho…
“Sylvan Cheney, take away…” Jasmine Yale extended her hand, trying to clasp Sylvan Cheney’s fingers, adding a layer of hope in the blankness of her eyes.
Take her away.
This ti, they would never be apart.
No one could lose each other, even on the road to the afterlife, they must accompany each other.
In three lives and three worlds, every life and every age.
They must never abandon each other.
“Wait for , I’ll be there soon, you have to wait for …” Jasmine Yale’s lips curved upwards, the smile at the corner of her mouth never fading.
Reunion is the best ending.
And she, soon, she could reunite with him.
Since it would be a reunion, she was happy, very happy…
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