Fated love: the unwanted bride

A heart, sinking and floating, had already lost its warmth.

She composed a few words and posted—

“New Year has arrived, why haven’t you returned?”

Can he in heaven hear little Chale’s longing for him? Little Chale really misses him.

“Sylvan Cheney, if you can hear Little Chale’s voice, please bless him to grow up healthy and strong,” Jasmine Yale whispered.

In the darkness, her eyes alighted upon the lit screen of her phone.

Its light flickered on and off.

A few months ago, whenever she posted on Weibo, he would comment.

From now on, there would be no one to respond to her anymore.

Putting away her phone, Jasmine Yale hugged Chale Cheney tighter.

She felt light-headed, as if she were dreaming.

She remembered when she was pregnant; she always wondered if she would sleep hugging her baby every day after he was born.

She would definitely give him the best of everything.

If he wanted the stars, she could even pluck them down.

At this moment, holding little Chale, that feeling started to become more real.

Like a distant starry sky, within arm’s reach if she extended her hand.

The little fellow’s body was soft. When he was next to her, even his breaths were sweet.

From afar came the occasional sound of firecrackers.

That night, Jasmine Yale slept very peacefully.

Early in the morning, she was woken by Little Chale.

“Jasy, this is the New Year gift the baby brings to you.” The little one had a small box in his hand.

Jasmine Yale rubbed her eyes and laughed, “What is it?”

She took it and opened it.

In the box were roses folded from colored paper, some were bright red, and some were pink…

They were lifelike, beautiful, and made with care.

“Did Little Chale fold this by himself? When did you do it? Jasy had no idea.” Jasmine Yale looked at the little one.

The child was small but cunning; he could even keep these little thoughts from her!

“I folded it a few days ago, a rose symbolizes love.”

The little man blinked his large eyes, very serious.

Jasmine Yale, still drowsy, saw his earnest expression; he looked exactly like him.

Occasionally, he even furrowed his brows.

“Love? Are you confessing to me?” Jasmine Yale laughed.

“We also have to include Elder Cheney.” Chale Cheney always remembered his father, “We both love you.”

Jasmine Yale held her forehead, children’s world is so innocent, like a blank sheet of paper without any distracting thoughts.

“Jasy loves you too.”

Jasmine Yale reached out and pulled him into her arms, kissing his little face.

“It should be ‘you both.\'” Chale Cheney corrected her.

“You both.” Jasmine Yale conceded.

By now, the most important thing was for the little one to be happy; nothing else mattered anymore.

Jasmine Yale also prepared a New Year gift for the little one, a set of building blocks.

Although it wasn’t very expensive, it represented her feelings.

She would always give him a gift on New Year’s in the future.

“Jasy, let’s go out and eat glutinous rice balls. Dad said, eating glutinous rice balls on the first day of the New Year represents family reunion.” The little one said earnestly.

Suddenly, a dull pain throbbed in Jasmine Yale’s head.

That was what he had said to her too.

In the twelve years at the Cheney Residence, they had spent every New Year together.

No matter how busy he was, he would always return home on New Year’s Eve.

On the first day of the New Year, whenever she clamored for other foods, he would always gently suggest, “Let’s have glutinous rice balls, they’re a round symbol of togetherness.”

Back then, she had thought him childish.

Thinking back now, it was just a kind of spiritual sustenance.

With so many troubles, she began to long more for something called “reunion” in her heart.