Last time she took Chale Cheney to see Jasmine Yale, it was summer.
In the blink of an eye, much time had passed.
Suddenly, Chale Cheney sat up from the bed and flung himself into Lilac Serval's arms, "Aunt Lilac, I miss Jasy."
His thin little face was full of grievance, and his big eyes lacked sparkle.
Lilac Serval was at a loss for a moment but could only comfort him, "I'll take you there when there's a chance."
Chale Cheney didn't speak anymore; he just lay listlessly on Lilac Serval's shoulder, silent.
His little head was filled with scenes from his time in Landon, he had loved his first meeting with Jasy the most—back then, they were very close.
Sometimes, Elder Cheney would also be with them.
He longed to go home...
Could she take him back home...
Lilac Serval patted his shoulder, comforting him in a low voice.
Looking at Chale Cheney's face, a soft spot in her heart was touched; she patiently soothed him.
