But Jasmine Yale still responded with a smile, "Yes, his father is also very handsome."
"I knew it, such a handsome child, both parents must have great genes." The driver chuckled.
After saying that, he continued driving.
Jasmine stared at the photo, lost in thought.
She wasn't sure if it was because she had drunk too much, her mind was foggy.
Or perhaps, her obsession was too intense.
She looked at the little guy, chuckling, his big eyes looked a lot like hers.
Looking at the photo of the little boy smiling, she noticed that the little guy also had two shallow dimples.
She had them too.
So, was this fate?
She thought, if she was drunk, then let her be, at least this way, she would feel happy.
The wind blew outside, the car shuttled through the bustling streets.
The trees swiftly receded, and the glaring sun shone non-stop.
Jasmine's head spun, her heart sank.
Her head ached terribly, she frowned, tossed her phone aside, propped her head up, and closed her eyes.
