Chapter 511: Is my child a greedy one, or a glutton?
[...rry...’m sorry...]
I heard a sorrowful sobbing sound before I opened my eyes, and I heard another sobbing sound when I opened them. Were they coming from the same source? I had no idea; I had no time to discern it, to be exact, because I had to face the stream of tears dripping into my face.
[Papa! Papaaa!]
I didn’t know so much water could come out of such a small bird.
"Ja...de?"
Contrary to my thought, calling out its name made the little bird cry even louder. [Papaaa! Papa is awake! Papa is awake!]
Ah...so I wasn’t just sleeping? Gradually, my memory came back and I recalled seeing Shwa bloom in the garden. I was about to take my journal and then...nothing.
Was I...fainted?
"Sweetheart?" a comparably calmer voice came to my ears--and it was a generous judgment since even a scream could be called calmer than Jade’s wail. "Sweetheart, can you hear me?"
And he was definitely trembling. If not his voice, then his hands on my face. Ugh--seemed like I was still out of it.
I blinked my eyes so I could see better, and I finally saw his face; his pale face and reddened eyes. Oh, gosh--was he crying? I reached out to stroke his cheek and smiled, just so he would stop worrying. "Nat?"