Chapter 1492 - 1533: Sleeping on Her Stomach

After the servant left, Jeremiah May exerted quite a bit of effort before managing to change into pajamas. The little girl just wouldn’t let go of his hand. As for the matter of being seen naked by a five-year-old girl, Jeremiah didn’t bother thinking about it. After all, she’s still young and doesn’t understand the difference between men and women.

Since the little girl’s hair was still wet, Jeremiah started blow-drying it. The little girl obediently clung to his waist, silent and allowing him to dry her hair.

His fingers awkwardly combed through her hair as he dried it, considering he’d never blow-dried a girl’s hair before.

In his memories, he had only seen his father blow-dry his mother’s hair, and at that time, his father’s face was full of smiles, as if doing this brought great joy.

Jeremiah couldn’t understand why. He didn’t find anything particularly enjoyable about blow-drying hair.

His father finally said, "You’ll understand in the future."

The future? So, is now that future? Yet, he still found nothing interesting about it.

Once the hair was dry, Jeremiah noticed the little girl had fallen asleep in his arms. He stroked her small head and placed her on the bed. Uncomfortably, he shifted his body, trying to distance himself from her, but her little head nudged closer, her tiny body instinctively moved toward him.

Jeremiah looked helplessly at the small figure in his arms but eventually gave up. Whatever, let her be. It’s just one night, and tomorrow he’d return this little thing to her mother! Then he wouldn’t have to worry about it.

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In the pitch darkness, the familiar surroundings seemed to pull him back instantly to his darkest times.

Explosions and gunshots rang out, everything was so abrupt and unexpected.

He watched his parents fall into a pool of blood. He saw his father taking a bullet for his mother, and the bullet, after piercing through his father, didn’t stop; it went on to pierce through his mother as well.

Living in a war-torn country, he had seen too much of such separations caused by life and death, so this scene wasn’t too strange. But... his chest felt so heavy, suffocatingly so, making it almost impossible to breathe.

It was unbearably painful, so painful as if his breath would halt... so painful... who could save him? Who could?

"Ah!" Jeremiah suddenly woke up, only to find a ray of morning light streaming in, realizing it was already dawn.

The little one who had been lying beside him had somehow crawled onto his chest and fallen asleep, drooling a puddle onto his shirt.

He furrowed his brow and directly picked up the little girl, placing her aside.

His movement seemed to awaken her. The little girl blinked her sleepy eyes, staring blankly at him, not struggling desperately to cling to him as she had last night. Her face showed no signs of distress and appeared rather like her usual dazed expression.

Jeremiah headed directly into the bathroom to freshen up, and soon noticed the little girl had followed him into the bathroom.