Chale Cheney's little hand was soft and his body smelled sweet.
Jasmine Yale really loved this feeling.
It was like the sudden calm after a violent storm, everything fell silent.
After the waves receded, her little Chale was still safe and sound.
Fully intact.
"Little Chale, we're not going to class today, Jasy will take you out to play. Is that ok?"
"Ok, I've learned everything for today."
"Little Chale, stay with Jasy, okay? Jasy likes you."
"Um, the baby also likes Jasy."
Their voices floated away in the air.
At this moment, Jasmine held Chale Cheney tightly, afraid of losing him.
This feeling was very similar to that of three years ago.
After losing a child, she knew all too well what this bone-deep longing felt like.
She wanted to stay with him, treat him well and nothing more.
Deep and shallow footprints were left in the muddy ground; bamboo leaves fell, creating a heartwarming and peaceful atmosphere.