August, the summer air is thick.
That evening, Jasmine Yale held Little Clementine at the window to watch fireflies.
The ecological environment of this neighborhood is good, you can see stars, and you can see fireflies.
Little Clementine liked these twinkling little creatures, reaching out her small hand through the window. The fireflies flew around, and Little Clementine's eyes followed them around.
"Little Devil, do you like them? Are they pretty?" Jasmine Yale affectionately held her daughter.
Little Clementine clapped and laughed, a big grin on her face.
"If you like them, I'll hold you a little longer to watch, I like them too."
The night breeze blew in through the window, lifting Jasmine Yale's freshly washed long hair, bringing a refreshing scent.
Little Clementine squirmed in Jasmine Yale's arms and sometimes grabbed Jasmine's hair with her small hands; she seemed to love the fragrance of shampoo.
