"Come on, talk to Dad."
Chale Cheney wiped his tears, instantly looking lively and entirely different from the tearful child earlier.
He snuffed his running nose and grabbed Jasmine Yale's phone tightly.
He held it in his palm, as if it were a precious treasure.
"Daddy!"
"Hmm."
"Happy New Year Daddy, do you miss baby? Do you miss me? Baby misses you very much, it's been so long since I've seen you. Do you have a little red envelope for baby? Wish Daddy a happy new year... um, be happy all the time!"
Chale Cheney had a lot he wanted to say to Elder Cheney.
Now was the perfect time as finally, Dad wasn't busy!
He could say everything!
"Happy New Year."
From the other end, came a deep, cold, and restrained voice.
Jasmine could faintly hear it, noticing her heart beating irregularly.
The voice... too familiar.
It was Sylvan Cheney's voice.
His voice was always able to easily stir her heart, as a stone cast into the ocean, causing a splash.
