That night, Jasmine Yale was so excited that she couldn't sleep. Whenever she was awake, she would get up and sit by the bed, watching Little Clementine in the crib.
Little Clementine was sleeping soundly, just like Jasmine did as a child, completely unaware of anything once asleep.
Jasmine Yale's lips curved upward, and her eyes were sparkling brightly.
Her Little Clementine could talk now, calling for mom.
Beneath the hazy night and soft light, she sat by the bed for a long time.
She's been so busy recently, hardly having time for Little Clementine, and hasn't paid attention to anything outside of ZR.
It was her colleagues who would send out red packets or messages in the group chat, which she'd occasionally glance at.
A bit thirsty, she got up to pour herself a glass of plain water, leaning against the bed, drinking while scrolling through the group chat messages.
