She opened Weibo, her gaze like flowing water, bathed in tranquility and peace.
A heart, sinking and floating, had already lost its warmth.
She composed a few words and posted—
"New Year has arrived, why haven't you returned?"
Can he in heaven hear little Chale's longing for him? Little Chale really misses him.
"Sylvan Cheney, if you can hear Little Chale's voice, please bless him to grow up healthy and strong," Jasmine Yale whispered.
In the darkness, her eyes alighted upon the lit screen of her phone.
Its light flickered on and off.
A few months ago, whenever she posted on Weibo, he would comment.
From now on, there would be no one to respond to her anymore.
Putting away her phone, Jasmine Yale hugged Chale Cheney tighter.
She felt light-headed, as if she were dreaming.
She remembered when she was pregnant; she always wondered if she would sleep hugging her baby every day after he was born.
She would definitely give him the best of everything.
