Jasmine Yale sipped her orange juice, leaning on the sofa, quietly listening to him talk about the past, her eyes filled with satisfaction and gentleness.
As she listened, she propped up her head and smiled, "Mom is so outstanding, I can beco such a person in the future too."
"She loved painting and working, and she was very accomplished at her job. If it weren’t for that incident, she might already be a renowned artist..." Luka Xadrian sighed, "She used to dream with that the days to co would be very wonderful."
"Mom never forgot you; she had a diary with a photo of you tucked inside."
"I have her photo too, and I never forgot her... After the car accident, my mind was a little unstable, but I never forgot her, always wanted to find her..."
Jasmine Yale understood that both her father and mother were passionate people.
It’s no wonder she would beco such a person.
Being passionate is better than being fickle, although in this world, it’s usually the passionate who get hurt.
"Jasmine, when will you graduate? What type of work do you plan to engage in?" Luka Xadrian asked with concern.
"I can start interning in the second half of the year, to gain so experience in the company, and go through all the social niceties. After officially graduating, I’ll make long-term plans. By then, the baby will also be born."
"That works, that’s a pretty nice plan. I only have one plan now, to prepare a unique birth gift for my grandson."
"Then I’ll thank Grandpa on behalf of the baby first." Jasmine Yale smiled, propping up her head, her dimples overflowing with rich happiness.
The feeling of having a family is really wonderful...
But, there is still a hole in her heart.
She knows, that spot can never be replaced, can never be filled, even by the child in her belly.
Luka Xadrian looked at Jasmine Yale with comfort. His daughter was so grown-up, her temperant and temper so much like his late wife.
Over twenty years of haze, finally lifted.
Yet thinking of that ti of separation by death, there’s still a shallow regret in his heart.
Sotis this regret would tangle like threads around his heart, making it hard to breathe.
His daughter was much prettier than he imagined. All those years, he kept thinking about whether the two children would suffer.
Chris Fern was flipping through a magazine, occasionally saying a few words to Jasmine Yale, but most of the ti, he kept his head down, reading the magazine.
His appearance when focused was quite handso, with his eyebrows slightly furrowed and his clean bangs making him look very young.
His style of dressing had also matured a lot; sotis Jasmine Yale wondered if this was the sa Chris Fern she used to know?
She hoped he would never rember the past events.
To him, Fern Sisters were not happiness, nor solace, but a nightmare.
And Chris Fern wasn’t greedy, he was just lacking in love.
He studied dicine for Yolanda Fern, did bad things for Yolanda Fern, and in the end, he committed suicide for Yolanda Fern.
Not once did he act for himself or for wealth, he was just too starved for love.
Jasmine Yale thought, in the future, when he has lost these dark mories, life will be much better.
He could beco an excellent doctor, saving lives.
Seen this way, she seed to be the least successful in the family!
After finishing the orange juice, Yukon Carbon handed her another bag of seeds.
Sunlight stread through the window onto the floor, reflecting brilliant colors, strikingly beautiful.
Outside the window, the greenery was lush, in the early June period, with a thick warmth.
The sky was a bright blue, with no wind or rain, clear and serene.
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