Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 858 - : The Feeling of Parting, Piercing to the Bone

Chapter 858: Chapter 858: The Feeling of Parting, Piercing to the Bone

Chale Cheney’s eyes were filled with anticipation, his dark, shiny eyes sparkling with excitement.

A child’s eyes are especially beautiful, clear.

Lilac Serval smiled, “Your Jasy just woke up and it’s not convenient for her to take the call.”

“Hmm,” Chale Cheney nodded sensibly, believing her.

The little guy didn’t make a fuss or cling to people and didn’t continue to pester Lilac Serval with questions.

Lilac Serval had no experience in placating children, but she found that it was really easy to deceive them…

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Suddenly she felt a bit melancholic.

After this separation, Chale Cheney didn’t know how many years it would be before he could see his beloved Jasy again.

She was already prepared to be hated by the little guy for years.

The luggage was all packed and stored in the trunk of the car.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t allow snacks and toys for Chale Cheney; she only had someone pack some clothes for him.

“Aunt Lilac, we have a parent-child event next week, Jasy said she would come. It’s baby’s first time participating in such an event, so excited! My classmates said it’s a lot of fun, but I’ve never been before. I also want to play with my classmates,” the little guy anticipated eagerly!

“Little Panda said he always comes first in every event. I said if I joined, I’d definitely be the first. Our Jasy is so smart, baby and she would definitely cooperate well! It would be great if dad could also come, but Elder Cheney is busy…”

Lilac Serval’s throat tightened, and she didn’t speak.

Chale Cheney chattered on, breaking the silence in the car.

“When will Elder Cheney not be so busy…” Chale Cheney murmured.

Feeling blue, sigh.

Although he was happy, he was not particularly happy.

Because his happiest moments were when he was with Elder Cheney and Jasy.

If he could make a wish upon a shooting star, he would wish for Elder Cheney to have more time to spend with him, and not be so busy.

Sometimes, he wouldn’t see his dad for several days in a row.

Missing him deeply.

Lilac Serval was not good at interacting with children, and as she listened to Chale Cheney speaking softly, a indescribable feeling spread across her chest.

That feeling of separation, piercing deep into the heart.

It was probably akin to “The courage to pick flowers is not because they are plucked easily, but the fear of next year, when flowers bloom again, people will separate”…

Having always been alone since childhood, Lilac Serval didn’t quite understand the taste of separation, but she knew what it felt like.

Perhaps it was like those years when someone would leave Lonton’s training field to return to Landon, she would quietly stand under a tree.

The wind would blow her long hair, and she would squint, watching silently as his figure departed.

She never went to send him off, and he also never knew that there was someone always standing under a distant tree, watching him leave.

Sometimes, she would also climb to the tower of the training field.

Standing there high up allowed her to see further.

Naive in her youth, she thought that by standing on the tower a bit longer, he would come back and not leave.

However, she remained standing until darkness fell, and she could no longer see anything, still all alone.

The tower’s light cast her shadow long and solitary, lonely and forlorn.

If separation comes with the blooming of a hundred flowers, who notices the tears shed by the east wind?

Lilac Serval rubbed her forehead, having lived alone all these years; it had indeed been a long time since she experienced a departure.

But recalling it again, her heart surged like a vast sea unchecked.

Does a three-and-a-half-year-old child understand?

She believed, he understood.

So, after many years, the little guy would definitely despise her, the aunt.

Lilac Serval tugged at the corners of her mouth bitterly, supporting her head. A needle pricked at her heart, painful and sour, yet she couldn’t remove this needle.

Chale Cheney played with a plush cat in the car, innocent and pure.

(The baby is about to be sent away, 5555, crying…)