Jasper squatted next to the little train, which stopped at the entrance of the cave. In the car was squatting in the Deer Park, with his head in his knees and his shoulders moving.
Like a poor little animal.
Jasper still didn’t know what she was afraid of, but seeing her like this, squatting here and shrinking into a ball, she felt…not very comfortable in her heart.
He couldn’t help reaching out and touching the top of her hair, rubbed it, “Don’t cry…”
The people under him reacted a little.
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