In a daze, Jasmine Yale seemed to be spinning in place.
She looked around, but couldn't find Chale Cheney.
She could only hear her mother calling from afar, "Jasmine, Jasmine, come here"...
Jasmine Yale hadn't seen her mother in fifteen years, she missed her.
She stopped looking for Chale Cheney, turned around again, and started walking toward her mother.
The person in Sylvan Cheney's arms was becoming weaker. Sylvan Cheney pinched her cheeks in desperation.
"Jasmine Yale, you're not allowed to die, wake up" he pleaded.
"Jasmine Yale, as long as you wake up, I'll promise you anything."
"Jasmine Yale, don't die, don't leave me, don't leave..."
His voice was filled with increasing desperation and fear.
In the end, this usually resolute and steady man looked lost and powerless. The sharpness in his eyes had completely faded, leaving only endless bewilderment.
Tears glistened in his eyes.
A hot tear dropped onto Jasmine Yale's long eyelashes.
