She hadn't lied, today her mood wasn't bad, it was just that a myriad of emotions was swirling in her heart, indescribable and unexplainable.
Chale Cheney nuzzled against Jasmine Yale.
He thought that Jasy seemed especially fond of holding him today, could it be because it was New Year's?
After soaking in the hot springs, the night had slowly drawn its curtains.
Jasmine dressed the little guy and went with him to the living room for dinner.
"I had a lot of fun today," Chale Cheney said, looking at Jasmine with his shiny black eyes.
Jasmine passed him his rice bowl, "So, no picky eating, you need to eat more."
"Baby doesn't pick food, Daddy is the picky eater."
Jasmine laughed.
Chale Cheney ate, and Jasmine also ate, but she would often drift off into her thoughts.
Her gaze repeatedly fell on Chale's face, hoping to discern some kind of answer from it.
Baby was five years old now, soon to be birthday time.
