When Jasmine Yale said this, Butler Santana's eyes became moist.
She really didn't want Jasmine Yale to leave.
But tomorrow at dawn, Jasmine Yale would be heading to the airport, and no wind or rain could hold her back.
"Then I'll go make dumplings now."
"Alright." Jasmine Yale's eyes contained a gentle smile.
The afternoon felt like a serene pipa melody, lingering and distant, with the sound of the instrument slowly passing time. The suitcase stood quietly in the corner.
Little Clementine didn't understand what the suitcase meant; she just found it amusing and wanted to sit on it and play.
"Baby, we're going home," Jasmine Yale coaxed her softly.
Little Clementine had never left Cakago before, and Jasmine herself hadn't visited her mother in Willow Wave City for a long time; she wasn't considered a filial daughter.
The bedroom was already empty, with things mostly packed.
