In such a deep night, even the sound of heartbeats could be heard clearly.
The warm orange glow of the lamp shone on her face, casting a subtle halo over her pale cheeks.
Jasmine Yale couldn't sleep; there was a faint pain in her stomach, though it had improved, it was still uncomfortable. Sometimes she would close her eyes and listen to the sound of rain outside; the rain was heavy, and it might be especially cold tomorrow.
There was heating in the bedroom, but the bed was not warm.
Jasmine Yale was not sleepy and didn't know what she was thinking.
Her thoughts were like a drifting kite, flying back and forth with the wind, but unable to find a destination to land.
Just like that, Jasmine Yale sat for a long time, touching her stomach, yet was still unable to fall asleep. The baby didn't show any signs of being born prematurely, it just tormented her particularly.
The gloomy rainy day, the sky was dark and cloudy, not a hint of sunlight could be seen.
