In such a quiet mont, Jasmine Yale closed her eyes, too exhausted to speak and unwilling to open them.
She could feel the light above her head, but she just felt so tired.
Because of the dication, her stomach wasn’t hurting much anymore, and the baby inside occasionally kicked her.
She knew she had always been an unlucky person, but she didn’t want to pass this misfortune on to her child...
This baby is innocent.
The bed gradually ward, and she didn’t want to think about too many things; she just regretted not taking good care of the baby.
"Miss Yale, I’m here. If you need anything, just tell , I’ll stay with you," Butler Santana said softly. "If you’re tired, rest for a while, it’s okay. The baby is fine. Hang on a bit, the doctor said if the situation stabilizes for 24 hours, the baby will be out of danger."
"Miss Yale, the baby has been with you for more than six months now. You must hold on, no matter what. Don’t move around, and don’t get upset. Whatever’s bothering you, let’s wait to have a breakdown after you’re discharged, okay?"
Jasmine Yale wasn’t asleep. She heard everything.
She nodded weakly.
She would persevere...
This baby must not leave her again...
Butler Santana sighed with relief and tucked the blankets around Jasmine Yale. "Alright, rest well. Sleep if you’re tired, I’m here."
Jasmine Yale wanted Butler Santana to rest as well, but moved her lips without saying anything.
She was so tired.
Every cell in her body seed to slow down, she was too exhausted to lift her hand or speak.
At this mont, it was extrely quiet, and she could hear her own shallow breathing.
This state was undoubtedly torturous; awake, in pain, yet unable to sleep.
She dared not think of unpleasant things, so she just imagined what the baby would look like when born.
Would it have double eyelids or single?
She amused herself, knowing both she and Sylvan Cheney had double eyelids, so there would be no way to have a baby with single eyelids.
She rembered the days of her youth.
One year, in autumn, during a class trip.
The first day’s event was mountain climbing, the mountain wasn’t high, but the scenery was beautiful.
On the mountain top, there was a wishing tree, covered with wooden plaques.
Legend had it if you missed soone, you could write their na on a plaque, and the wind would carry your thoughts away.
Knowing it was just a tourist attraction gimmick, Jasmine Yale still sincerely bought a plaque, secretly writing Sylvan Cheney’s na on it.
Back then, he’d been on a business trip for a month and hadn’t returned ho.
A month... such a long ti, she missed him.
Even though he would shout at her and scold her when he was ho, and most of the ti, he was stern and silent, she still missed him.
When she wrote his na, she would always do it stroke by stroke, very carefully.
She even personally hung the plaque on the tree.
At that ti, the wind was strong.
The lanting sound of the wind felt like gentle whispers of longing, rising and falling.
In the hospital room, Jasmine Yale’s thoughts drifted, sotis recalling when they first t, sotis to the mont she fell for him...
However, from this year on, those past mories beca treasures only for her.
He didn’t want them anymore.
He abandoned the years of emotions.
Thinking of this, Jasmine Yale didn’t quite know what she felt inside, just a sense of dullness.
Unwilling to think further, she shifted her thoughts.
Night, silent and still, as the second hand ticked "tick-tock" "tick-tock".
(Because recently there have been many new Little Cuties, here’s a reminder for update tis: Updates at 9:30 AM with 2-4 Chapters, and 8:30 PM with 2-4 Chapters. If there’s a delay, bla it on a website glitch. No mass updates for now, thank you all, muah~)
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