A heart suddenly drops to the ground.
She closed her eyes in a daze and looked at Sylvan Cheney more carefully.
It was him, no doubt.
She was vaguely frightened, afraid she was dreaming again.
But now, he was still there, hale and hearty.
"Chale, you go play by yourself first." Sylvan Cheney instructed Chale Cheney.
Chale Cheney understood instantly and nodded obediently.
His hand was still holding Jasmine Yale's, pulling her towards Elder Cheney.
The next second, he placed Jasmine Yale's white, delicate hand in Sylvan Cheney's hand!
"Dad, I'm leaving Jasy with you."
After he finished speaking, the little guy took a step forward and ran off dutifully.
And ran far, far away!
He wouldn't peek, he promised, he wouldn't peek!
Jasmine Yale shifted her hand awkwardly, trying to withdraw it.
But Sylvan Cheney held it tight, not allowing her to move.
Her hand was cool and cold, but his palm was warm and comforting.
