Capítulo 2030: Chapter 2030: Pluck More, for This Is the Token of Love
After a long while, she slowly spoke, “I’ve received the gift, thank you.”
Sylvan Cheney raised his hand, his slender fingers gently tidying her hair, his eyes deep, his features chiseled.
When his fingers touched her cheek, her body trembled slightly.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back first,” Jasmine Yale said lightly, “Work matters can wait until tomorrow.”
After speaking, Jasmine Yale took off her suit jacket and stuffed it into his arms.
She turned her head, hugged her coat, and left without saying another word.
She felt a bit tired, so… she wanted to rest.
Her silhouette was elongated by the streetlights, and within that solitary figure was a sense of lancholy and loneliness.
She walked away step by step, gradually becoming a dot that rged into Sylvan Cheney’s eyes, turned a corner, and disappeared.
Sylvan Cheney stood alone under the streetlight; a part of his heart seed missing, a feeling he hadn’t experienced for months.
He thought his heart had been lost along with his mories.
Yet at this mont, there was a dull, persistent pain in his chest that wouldn’t stop.
He fished out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, took one out, and lit it.
The bluish-white smoke enveloped his defined, deep-set features, his face gradually rging into the smoke.
His shadow, too, was stretched very long by the streetlight.
At the staircase, Jasmine Yale put on her coat and pulled up the collar to cover the torn button.
She didn’t want Butler Santana to worry.
She looked down, her gaze falling precisely on the red string on her wrist, and a faint mist welled up in her silent eyes.
“May you gather more; this item is the most reminiscent of yearning.”
Smallie lay quietly like a newborn baby, obedient and cute.
She raised her hand, kissed the red bean, cold and smooth.
Not knowing how long she had stood there, she finally collected her thoughts and headed ho.
After returning ho, Butler Santana indeed didn’t notice anything special, and since she was busy cleaning the house, she didn’t notice Jasmine Yale’s unusual state either.
Jasmine Yale sat alone on her bedroom bed, quietly staring at the white wall in front of her.
In her eyes was a look of confusion and emptiness, her face devoid of any expression.
Outside the window was a quiet autumn night; under the night sky, the wind occasionally moved the window, and the grass whispered with the sound of tiny insects.
The chirping of the insects was the only sound in the autumn night, sounding particularly noisy.
After bathing, she sat on the bed, just sitting, not doing anything, and having no thoughts, just wanting to sit with her legs in her arms.
Her heart felt like it was devoid of any feeling, empty.
Not knowing how long she sat there, she picked up the storybook by the bedside, not forgetting to tell a story to the baby.
Today she told the baby a story about the “Scarecrow.”
Her soft, tender voice slowly reverberated through the small space, like a spring breeze rippling across a pool.
She originally desired nothing, thinking Cakago would be a sanctuary, but unexpectedly, she found herself entangled in its depths.
By the bedside was the rabbit Sylvan Cheney had given her; it sat by Jasmine Yale’s side as if it knew no sorrow.
Soon, WeChat chid.
Sylvan Cheney sent her a ssage.
“Do you like this crib? If you do, I’ll buy it.” He sent a photo.
Jasmine Yale paused for a mont and replied, “I’ve already bought a crib.”
The avatar seed slightly defeated but quickly sent a few more photos of baby clothes: “Which one do you like?”
“I’ve already bought them all,” Jasmine Yale replied.
(Uncertain of the little fairy’s update ti, reposting: updates at 9:30 AM with 2-4 chapters, and at 8:30 PM with 2-4 chapters; if delayed, bla it on the website being temperantal~ Love you~)
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