Jasmine Yale's voice was sweet. After Little Clementine cried for a while, she had no more strength, leaning against Jasmine's embrace, looking at Jasmine with wide eyes.
The usually bright and shiny eyes were now dull and lacked luster.
Jasmine felt her heart clench tightly, it was very painful.
Her baby...
Seeing Little Clementine so uncomfortable, she wished it was she who had the fever instead.
She gently stroked Little Clementine's small head: "Good girl, how about sleeping for a while? You'll feel better after a nap, good girl... When you get better, Mommy will buy you candy."
Little Clementine's tiny hand weakly clutched onto Jasmine's clothes, her tired big eyes just silently gazing at Jasmine, looking so pitiful.
Jasmine rested her head against Little Clementine's little head, snuggling up and holding her small hand.
"Good girl, good..."
Little Clementine cried with sobs, her eyes were red, and she looked very uncomfortable.
