Sir Ares, Goodnight

When Angeline, Grandma Boye, and Grandpa were dining together, Grandpa and Grandma Boye were teasing Jay.

"Angeline, when you were ill, Jay couldn't eat or sleep for days. He became taciturn and quiet and was particularly boring," said Grandpa.

"He was more than boring. He was like a walking dead puppy that didn't speak or laugh. Whenever he approached, we could feel the air around him drop several degrees colder," Grandma Boye added, "Plus, h e argued with Chloe to such an extent that he was so upset we couldn't blame him for having social anxiety."

Angeline was utterly shocked that she dropped the utensils in her hand. "What? His social anxiety is back?"

When Jay was a child, he was known to be on the autistic spectrum.

When relatives or friends chatted happily in front of him, he would stick to doing his own thing as if he was living in his own world.

Fortunately, Boye was a doctor who could deal with these matters efficiently. "Angeline, the thing with

your Jaybie happened not too long ago. If you can find a way to get him out of his own world, his illness can be cured without any medication." Angeline nodded. "As long as Jaybie is well, I'm willing to do anything."

and a high-waisted mini-skirt. She also put on a pair of high heels and set

by the pharmacy's hall. He was sitting on the chair in the front row, swiping

him, glancing at his phone screen in secret. It turned out that he was currently flipping through her photos. It seemed that he had stored many pictures of her in his phone, all the way from her childhood. He seemed

of his because she had lost most of

gently touched his arm. Unexpectedly, h e merely scooted

her foot again to

always have such a temper

chose to be

back and held his neck with both

a tragedy struck and Jay

in pain, "Ack! That hurts! You threw me

recognized Angeline

his arms. He said with distress,

"I miss you already."

her arms and legs. "Are you injured anywhere? Do