Jasmine Yale was nearly outraged by this little guy, Chale Cheney.
Her heart was still pounding wildly. Though she didn't know why, every time she encountered Chale Cheney, she would somewhat lose control of herself.
"I won't climb anymore, I won't climb anymore, I won't climb ever again." Chale Cheney, holding Jasmine's hand and looking up at her, "Jasy, please don't be angry with me. It's my fault."
"I'm not angry, just worried about you."
Jasmine squatted down and caressed his little face.
The little guy's face still carried the trace of his tears, his eyes were red and swollen.
Jasmine was heartbroken.
"I was wrong." Chale Cheney lowered his head.
He was afraid that Jasmine would ignore him.
"Good boy." Jasmine caressed his face, wiping his tears and the dirt on his hands, "Don't do dangerous things like this anymore, please behave."
"Yes, I will behave."
Jasmine squatted on the ground, continually stroking Chale Cheney's petite and delicate face.
