"Jasy... Are you really ignoring the baby now..."
The little one rested his head on the table, a layer of mist clouding his large eyes.
He looked so upset.
"No, Jasy isn't ignoring you."
Making up her mind, Jasmine Yale finally spoke up.
She would treat this child the same as she always had.
He was still young, and if any shadow got into his heart, it would last a lifetime.
That's how she had felt once.
Little Chale was already pitiful enough; his mother was gone, and his father had a bad temper.
"Really? You're not lying? I miss you so much..."
"Really, Jasy's not lying to Little Chale."
"Then will you sleep with me tonight?"
"Jasy has to work late tonight, so she might not be able to sleep with you. Can you sleep by yourself? Be good."
"Not good." Chale Cheney was unhappy now.
"Don't be like that. Sleeping with dad is the same."
"Dad's chest is hard, it feels uncomfortable, I want to curl up in Jasy's arms."
"..."
"..."
