Chapter 902: Chapter 902: That Kid is So Dumb… Chapter 902: Chapter 902: That Kid is So Dumb… Moreover, she was quite a troublemaker.
In the car, Jasmine Yale wouldn’t stop causing a commotion.
One mont she was pounding on the windows, the next she was unbuckling her seatbelt, trying to grab the steering wheel.
Luckily, there was a decent hotel near the bar. It was a five-minute drive, and the owner promptly stopped the car.
“Miss Yale, give your family’s phone number, and I will call them,” the owner stopped the car.
Jasmine Yale, holding her head, now refused to get out of the car, shaking her head. “I don’t have family, my mom doesn’t want , and the baby doesn’t want either. You tell , did I do sothing wrong? Otherwise, why wouldn’t they want ? I miss them…”
“Ah!” The owner knew there was no reasoning with soone drunk. “Co on, let’s get you to your room to rest.”
Jasmine Yale’s face was flushed, a faint trace of moisture lingering on her long eyelashes.
The inebriated Jasmine Yale was like a teenage girl, naive to the ways of the world.
“I won’t go… I don’t want to go… I want to sit outside and watch the rain…”
“You can watch from upstairs just the sa.”
“It’s not the sa, I won’t be able to see it once I go upstairs.”
“You will see it,” the owner cajoled her as if soothing a child.
He responsibly escorted Jasmine Yale upstairs, and after instructing the hotel staff to keep an eye on her, he left feeling reassured.
As soon as Jasmine Yale entered the room, she fell onto the bed, too tired to move.
“Ann, why did you leave too, don’t you want either? It’s so boring being alone…”
Jasmine Yale grabbed a pillow, burying her little head into the blanket.
“No one pays attention to , no one talks to . When I was little, my evil stepmother left on the street, and no one cared about , I just walked on my own. The wild fruit by the roadside didn’t taste good, they were sour and bitter. Yet, the als my mom cooked were delicious, the sweet and sour pork ribs, the braised fish, and white rice…”
“But the evil stepmother drove out, and my mom didn’t want either. I could only walk on and on, even the other kids bullied …”
“They threw stones at , clapping and laughing, I hated them…”
“They called a wild child, an unwanted wild child. That’s not true, my mom was so nice…”
“Later, a man tricked with a lollipop, the nasty dead, but the lollipop tasted better than the wild fruits, so I went ho with him. Really, nasty dead…”
“If he tries to trick with a lollipop now, I wouldn’t bother with him. What’s so tasty about a lollipop…”
“Why does no one pay attention to , co on, talk to . I’m right, aren’t I? What’s so tasty about a lollipop…”
“Why can a lollipop trick a child, the child must be so dumb…”
Jasmine Yale patted the pillow, pouting her lips.
Why does nobody talk, don’t ignore her.
But why is it so quiet here?
No one pays attention to her, no one cares about her…
She lay quietly on the bed, motionless, the sound of the raindrops reaching her ears.
The raindrops tapped against the window.
The orange light poured down from overhead, like moonlight showering on Jasmine Yale, casting a thin layer of gold on her flushed face.
The drunk Jasmine Yale was very serene, her gentle face blood like a spring flower.
Her eyelids occasionally moved, her long lashes fluttering slightly, irresistibly enticing.
She hugged the pillow, lying on the large bed, quietly falling asleep, no longer speaking.
The rain outside fell on the glass, pitter-pattering everywhere, filling the place with tranquility and peace.
The city’s night, lights blurred, sky pitch black.
Plane trees, late-night rain.
Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the empty streets drip till dawn.
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