Chapter 520

Third Person’s POV

Asa glanced back at the rabbit doll, her gaze locking onto it for a while before she remembered to respond to Paisley.

With a modest smile, she said, “Oh, not really. It’s just a bit of fun.”

The Sunbrew Café offered a wide variety of exquisite pastries. Even a simple honey pancake was sweet without being cloying, soft and delicious.

Paisley took a bite and said with a smile, “When I was little, I loved these sweet pancakes. Our family chef didn’t make them, so my brother would sneak out to buy them for me. We’d hide under a tree and enjoy them.”

She looked out the window as sunlight streamed in, illuminating her face, which was filled with smiles and memories.

She continued, “It was often such a beautiful autumn day back then. But in September, it wasn’t as cool as in the capital. Sometimes it was even hot. Sunlight filtered through the trees, and my brother’s face would be bathed in it too.”

As she spoke, she reached out and touched the rabbit doll beside her.

With a gentle sigh, she said, “But I haven’t seen my brother for a long time.”

Asa was stunned. Images of the scene Paisley described flashed through her mind, and her gaze remained fixed on the rabbit doll.

For some unknown reason, her chest tightened as if something was blocking it, making her extremely uncomfortable.

“Paisley, is this a rabbit doll?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Paisley nodded and said with a smile, “Yes, it is. My brother made it for me. That year, I was confined to the house by my mother after falling from a tree and wasn’t allowed to play outside. So my brother made this rabbit doll for me. It’s pretty ugly, isn’t it? I didn’t like it either and threw it on the ground. Look at the ear–it was broken when I smashed it in a fit of pique.”

She pushed the rabbit doll toward Asa. “Take a look.”

doll pushed in front of her–an ugly

to echo

nowhere, images

hurt? Are you crying? If you cry again, I’ll forbid you from

cry. Don’t you want a rabbit doll? I’ll make one

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too ugly. This isn’t a rabbit doll at all. I don’t want it, I don’t

Clang

is my first

don’t want it, I don’t want

sound of a girl’s crying filled her

trembled violently with the sudden surge of emotion. Unknowingly, tears had streamed down her

against her hair, heavy with wordless

the Aurora outside hadn’t noticed, she quickly wiped away her tears. Her fingertips turned slightly pale from the panic, and her light jasmine struggled to calm down but still quivered

heart felt like it was being pricked by needles,

pheromones, and even her

reaching out to take back the rabbit

suddenly hugged it to her chest and said in a choked voice, her voice wrapping with

port. The wind was strong, driving the river waves to

waves–light

had said tore open a wound, releasing the memories buried deep

She didn’t remember much.

her when

fire, but it was raining heavily at the time. In this memory, light jasmine became scorched and faint, as if still holding

then was hearing the circus manager say, “There’s still a breath left. Whether

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