Fated love: the unwanted bride

The sunlight of the sunset fell on Little Clementine’s white and soft little cheeks, her eyes were clean and clear.

She stared at Sylvan Cheney, reaching out her chubby little hand, not knowing whether she wanted Sylvan Cheney’s lollipop or Sylvan Cheney himself.

Jasmine Yale, not knowing where the temper came from, squatted down and patted her little hand, "Little Clementine, how many times has Mom told you, don’t take things from strangers, don’t take them! Can’t you understand?"

Little Clementine was so scared that she retracted her small hand, bit her finger, feeling both wronged and sad.

Sylvan Cheney acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing, squatted down, steadied the small cart, and threw the lollipop into Little Clementine’s cart.

Little Clementine immediately climbed back to retrieve it, holding it like a treasure, raised it high, and smiled at Sylvan Cheney!

"Very smart." Sylvan Cheney also smiled, reaching out to rub her little head.

"Sylvan Cheney, aren’t you finished?" Jasmine Yale felt as if he was driving her crazy, "What exactly do you want? You want to see Little Clementine, and then what? After seeing her, you’ll leave, right?"

Sylvan Cheney didn’t move, maintaining a half-squatting position, the clarity in his eyes was evident.

After a long time, he slowly said, "I just want to see her, that’s all."

"Fine, then how long will you look? When will you leave?"

"I won’t take up too much of your time."

Jasmine Yale found it impossible to reason with such a person, she closed her eyes slightly, her face full of exhaustion.

Ultimately, she nodded, "Go ahead and look, I hope this is the last time you see her, can you promise that?"

Sylvan Cheney was silent for a long time, then nodded, "I can."

"Heh." Jasmine Yale finally let go of the small cart, no longer caring about Little Clementine.

With Jasmine Yale’s permission, Sylvan Cheney crouched in front of the small cart, grabbing Little Clementine’s little hand.

Little Clementine’s hand was very small, very soft, nestled in the palm, with a unique feel to it.

It was a unique and wonderful feeling, one he couldn’t describe.

Little Clementine’s hand was full of strength, she also held onto Sylvan Cheney, not timid at all, looking straight at him, her big eyes round and jet black.

She was just like that, one hand holding Sylvan Cheney, the other holding the lollipop, very excited!

Jasmine Yale looked up, indifferently and calmly watching the not-so-scorching sunset in the sky, and the endless distance.

The surrounding crowd was very noisy, but it was as if she couldn’t hear a thing, quietly sitting, not even looking at Little Clementine.

Sylvan Cheney held Little Clementine’s hand, trying to lift her out of the small cart.

Jasmine Yale didn’t interfere, so he lifted her.

Whether it was his familiarity with holding children, Little Clementine comfortably lay in his arms, snug against his chest, rubbing his shirt, making "coo coo" sounds.

Little Clementine’s hair was black and thick, her little face particularly sweet and cute, inheriting all of Jasmine Yale’s strengths.

Sylvan Cheney gazed at Little Clementine in his arms for a long time, then kissed her cheek.

Little Clementine waved her arms and legs, moving constantly in Sylvan Cheney’s arms, squirming.

Sylvan Cheney found her ticklish, and laughed.

Little Clementine still held onto that lollipop, unwilling to let go.

The tall man holding a small little rice ball, their shadow falling on the ground, in harmonious joy.

Little Clementine’s drool rubbed off on his shirt, he didn’t mind, her little shoes stepped on his trousers, he didn’t mind either.

Little Clementine reached out, putting the lollipop near Sylvan Cheney’s mouth.

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