As she spoke, Aunt Camden's voice lowered, leaving only silent sighs.
Jasmine Yale understood, understood everything.
Aunt Camden spoke to this extent, how could she not understand.
It's just that she felt all the strength drained from her body, and pain seeped through her limbs.
She grasped Aunt Camden's hand tightly.
Moved her lips and finally uttered a few words: "Aunt Camden, I understand."
Aunt Camden raised her head, her burning eyes looked at her, nodded: "Thank you for understanding."
"These past two years... Thank you to your family in Cakago for taking care of me, I'm deeply grateful and have no way to repay, thank you, truly thank you."
"Don't say that, you've helped us a lot too, especially Yukon, I can tell he really likes you." Aunt Camden stopped there.
After all, what's the use of one-sided wishes?
Perhaps she's being selfish, not wanting her son to be trapped in this vortex of unrequited affection.
Better short pain than long pain.
