Little Candy sure was a handful, Jasmine Yale had come to realize that.
"He wet the bed just like that?"
Jasmine was caught off-guard; after all, she had no experience in this whatsoever.
Just as she helplessly threw up her hands, her phone rang.
Jasmine hurriedly answered, "Hello..."
"Jasy, Jasy."
From the other end of the phone, a long-missed voice came through.
Jasmine froze, her hand gripping the phone trembled slightly as if it had been struck by a stone.
It was Chale Cheney.
In over a year, she hadn't seen Chale Cheney again.
There was a hazy gloss in Jasmine's eyes, like dust floating up and down, unsettled.
"Little Chale..."
"Jasy, this year I only have Grandmaster to spend New Year with, it's so lonely." The little guy sounded listless and unspirited.
"What about Aunt Lilac?"
"I don't know."
"Then... you have to listen to Grandmaster."
"No, no! Jasy, come to Lonton, please come to Lonton, will you, please..."
