Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 471.

Most of her dreams were related to children. For a period of time, she dreamed every day that in a beautiful field of flowers, a child walked towards her holding a beautiful wreath in his hand, and he put the garland on her head with a smile.

Aveline's brows widened, "Thank you, honey."

"Mom, Mom." Jamie was very happy, and the corners of his mouth almost raised to the sky.

Aveline felt that the child would definitely be a warm man when he grew up. He had been so warm-hearted since he was a child.

She held Jamie's face and kissed it gently, sighing in her heart again how great it would be if he were her own child.

Aveline patted the child's knee and dusted off some weeds and soil.

In her peripheral vision, she saw Alexander standing on the hillside in the distance. He was probably afraid that coming over would affect her mood, so he simply watched from a distance.

Jamie sat beside her, watching the water flowing in the river.

If it was warmer, they could play in the water, but now, the two of them could only pick up stones by the river and throw them in the water.

The little guy usually played with high-end toys at home, but he also enjoyed picking up stones by the river.

Dropping a small stone into the water will make him laugh.

see a group of small fry swimming by, and Jamie would

"Aveline, little fishy."

said, "When the weather gets warmer, auntie will

and he was happy as

water for a long time, and then Alexander walked over and asked them to come over for

pick up Jamie, and she squatted

with one hand and grabbed Aveline's

struggled, but it

tightly held

and allowed him to lead

he saw the two of them together and kept

being called like that. Instead, he was happy, he turn around

"Good boy."

herself about why the hand holding her

the relationship that had ended long ago, and it made her want

what Alexander had in mind, but it was obvious that she liked being close to

up for the injuries she had suffered?

sharp blades scratching one wound after another on her body. Although it had healed,

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was a symbol of her failure that she would never forget in her

smile on her