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."

chiffon blouse and a high-waisted mini-skirt. She also put on a pair of

pharmacy's hall. He was sitting

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

by this talent of his because she had lost

have sensed her existence, she gently touched his arm. Unexpectedly,

her foot again to

always have

she chose to be

and held his

and Jay threw her

floor, and she exclaimed in pain,

Angeline

in his arms. He said with distress, "Why are you here,

"I miss you already."

checked her arms and legs. "Are you injured anywhere? Do you want to show