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He wanted to tell her that she could ask him for anything, as long as he had it.

Gradually, Jasmine Yale grew bolder.

Even so, all she asked from him was small snacks, minor stationeries …

The bracelet was the most valuable thing she had asked for.

But, she had already returned it to him.

He forced it back on her some time ago, but he had never seen her wear it.

As for this candy box, he thought she would have thrown it away after eating the candies, unexpectedly…

Seeing it again, memories from fifteen years ago rushed back all at once.

The box had rusted, but that could not conceal its beauty.

He remembered, she once held the candy box excitedly and told him: “It has a drawing of Snow White on it, Snow White waiting for her Prince Charming.” “Dad! Dad!” Chale Cheney called out a few times.

What was Elder Cheney thinking about?

Could it be that this box… hides a secret?

“Hmm.” Sylvan Cheney put away his memories.

“Dad, help me open it, there’s something inside! Could it be, a fairy?”

Sylvan Cheney looked at his son’s innocent face, and laughed.

“There’s no fairy.”

“Then what is there?”

“Nothing.”

Saying that, Sylvan Cheney claimed the box as his own.

“Dad, you can’t do this! I found this box! You can’t take it away!” Chale Cheney protested.

“It was found in my house, how does it not belong to me?”

“…” Chale Cheney was left without a rebuttal.

Sylvan Cheney gave the box a gentle shake, a soft sound echoed from within.

His brows furrowed, was there something inside?

Unfinished candy?

“Big Baddy.” Chale Cheney pouted, “Taking a baby’s things, aren’t you feel embarrassed?”

“You are all mine, what do I have to be embarrassed about? Hmm?”

“…” Chale Cheney was once again at a loss for words.

What a shameless guy.

Big Baddy!

But, but, he really wanted to know what was inside.

Having no choice, Chale Cheney tried to please Sylvan Cheney by tugging at his sleeve.

“Dad, Dad, can you let me see what’s inside? Please…”

Chale Cheney’s little face was filled with curiosity and anticipation.

Sylvan Cheney couldn’t resist.

He placed the box on the table and forcefully opened it.

“Clang!” A heap of colored strips of paper met their eyes.

Vibrantly colorful, extremely beautiful.

“Huh.” Chale Cheney marveled, cupping his chin, “what is this?”

Coulored strips of paper of various lengths, some were even folded into stars.

Chale Cheney didn’t recognize many words and felt helpless.

Could it be that someone like him, wrote little wishes too?

Then, who wrote these strips of paper?

Elder Cheney?

Impossible, Elder Cheney wasn’t that kind of person.

Sylvan Cheney picked up a strip at random, and unfolded it—

“I have no mood in class, no mood for homework, no mood for a spring outing, only when I see him, will my mood improve, xxyearxmonthxday.”

Sylvan Cheney’s heart skipped a beat, his fingertips slightly shaking.

“Tomer said he’s heartbroken, I’m sad. xxyearxmonthxday.”

“This year’s birthday, he still didn’t give me a gift, xxyearxmonthxday.”

“He went to Lonton to see his girlfriend again, I should stop thinking about him. xxyearxmonthxday.”

“It’s cold and dark tonight. If one day he also doesn’t want me, where should I go? xxyearxmonthxday.”

“Dad!” Chale Cheney called out again,”What is written on it? Read it to me.”

Sylvan Cheney came back to his senses, put away the strip of paper and closed the box again.

“Dad, you can’t do this!” Chale Cheney protested..