Through the phone, Jasmine Yale gave him a kiss, and the little guy instantly started bouncing around, filled with joy.
Hearing Chale Cheney’s laughter, the pain in Jasmine Yale’s belly diminished a lot, but her face didn’t look good. Her brows were furrowed, and her lips were sowhat pale.
She wasn’t in good health, coupled with the terrible emotions during early pregnancy, making her pregnancy more difficult than others.
During the previous hospitalizations, she had received quite a few injections to protect the pregnancy.
On the other end, the little guy didn’t want to hang up the phone at all, wanting to hold the phone and keep talking to Jasmine Yale.
"Jasy, my desk mate changed, and a little girl from Fraance ca. Her na is Macy, and her English isn’t good. She often asks to teach her."
"Do you like her?"
"I like her, she’s really pretty."
"You like soone just because they’re pretty?"
"If they’re pretty, I want to talk to them. If they’re not, I would still talk to them, but not so enthusiastically."
Jasmine Yale laughed, little rascal, and even judges by appearance.
Just like because they’re good-looking, this logic... Who knows where he inherited it from.
"What about the boys? Do you not love talking to boys at school?" Jasmine Yale teased him.
"Boys are different. If they’re nice to , I’m nice to them. If they’re not nice, I’m not nice to them either. But I’m very popular at school, they like listening to my stories, and my stories are the most fun. During recess, we sit on the lawn, play and tell stories. I even bring toy planes for them, and they all love it," Chale Cheney said breathlessly.
Jasmine Yale listened to the sweet, soft voice, and her heart was filled with warmth.
"If the small plane breaks, will you feel upset?"
"I would... So I won’t bring the ones Dad bought."
Jasmine Yale smiled warmly; the little one is rather proud. Despite saying countless tis he doesn’t want Dad, doesn’t want to be close to him, he can’t bear to share the small planes Sylvan Cheney bought.
But... His dad doesn’t rember him anymore.
He has forgotten his once most cherished son.
If Chale Cheney knew, how sad would he be, how heartbreaking? He would cry, wouldn’t he?
Having no mom in the first place, and now Dad can’t recognize him either, what’s the poor child going to do...
Jasmine Yale really doesn’t want to think about that day.
Many things are conflicting to her, to Chale Cheney.
And all these contradictions are piling up on her. She needs to be cautious, to consider everything thoroughly.
The heavy burdens Sylvan Cheney once bore, she’s experiencing now too.
Sylvan Cheney has it easy. He doesn’t have to worry about anything and enjoys his freedom.
"Jasy, why aren’t you talking? Is Little Chale too selfish? You said good friends should learn to share joy, but I really don’t want to bring the small planes Dad bought..." Chale Cheney’s voice sounded pitifully.
"It’s okay, you have plenty of small planes. Bringing others is just the sa. Dad bought them for you, you can keep them to yourself. Sharing is a good thing, but you don’t have to share everything."
"Really?"
"Yes, Little Chale is already doing great, you’re aweso, Jasy loves you very much."
Chale Cheney felt shy, but he was very happy inside.
He continued chatting with Jasmine Yale on the phone for a long ti.
If he didn’t have to finish breakfast, he wouldn’t have been willing to put down the phone.
After talking for about half an hour, he reluctantly hung up.
Jasmine Yale listened to the sound of rain outside the window and put down her phone.
Cakago is raining, Lonton is sunny.
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