Jasmine Yale snapped out of her daze. Did Joe Heath already know the news?
"Riceball, Riceball, come here!" Chale Cheney called out loud.
All of a sudden ——
A chubby big dog came panting up the stairs!
"Woof." Riceball nibbled at the corner of Jasmine Yale's clothes.
Jasmine laughed, amused by it: "Riceball has gotten fatter, but it's still so adorable."
The big silly dog tilted its head as if it understood Jasmine's praise, looking absolutely elated.
After gnawing at Jasmine's clothes for a bit, it started to figure out how to flip up Jasmine's clothes.
"Hey!" She patted its little head, "Behave!"
Chale rubbed its fur: "Little Riceball, you're such a naughty boy."
Riceball kept circling around Jasmine, panting.
Chale petted Riceball's head while Jasmine crouched down to play with them.
Sylvan Cheney sat motionless, squinting, watching Jasmine and Chale.
In his eyes, there was a deep, hidden adoration.
