Jasmine Yale took him for dumplings, and they sat in a breakfast cafe in Chinatown. Those dumplings were authentic Landon flavor.
Perhaps it was the steam or tears, but her eyes became misty.
Memories kept popping into her mind.
Sometimes, she almost mistook the little guy in front of her for his father.
Some obsessions were carved deep like knife marks, perhaps unforgettable even in a lifetime.
After breakfast, she strolled down the streets hand in hand with the little one.
She bought Little Chale candied hawthorn and cotton candy, just like someone once bought for her.
It wasn't until the afternoon that Chale Cheney was willing to take her to that "beautiful place."
"Little Chale, where is that place? Are we walking there?" Jasmine Yale was curious.
"Walking would be tiring, let's take a car."
"Okay."
Chale Cheney knew Lonton very well, and with a good memory, he led the way.
The cab twisted and turned, quickly reaching a rather secluded estate.
