Many green trees lined the road, Jasmine Yale stood beneath them, gasping for air, feeling a heavy melancholy.
Her left hand supported herself on the trunk, her legs somewhat weak.
It was unbearable.
This kind of longing frequently weighed down on her chest, catching her off guard, leaving her in chaos.
A nauseous sensation churned in her stomach, Jasmine ran to the bathroom and vomited once.
The baby inside her was sometimes docile, and sometimes extremely restless.
Like today, not very obedient.
"Miss Yale, Miss Yale!" Butler Santana returned with medicine and was worried when he couldn't find Jasmine, searching everywhere.
Jasmine washed her hands and leaned powerlessly against the wall, walking out.
"Miss Yale!" Butler Santana saw her and rushed over, "I was scared when you weren't there."
Jasmine smiled and patted Butler Santana's hand, "Don't worry, I won't do anything silly again."
