His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Casper's expression softened a bit.

In his heart, Nova was never a cruel person. He gently tidied her hair, feeling a sense of relief. "You're not well. Go rest. I promise you won't have to wait too long for a donor."

"Casper, I really didn't know that the donor Hope Hospital provided was my foster mother. I had no idea."

She shook her head, taking the chance to wrap her arms around his waist and bury herself in his embrace.

He didn't push her away but gently stroked her back. "Go get some rest."

"Okay, you should rest early, too."

After Nova left, he sat in the study for a while. On the bookshelf, there was a picture frame wrapped in blue cloth. He took it down and gently unveiled the cloth.

The painting was a portrait of himself from six years ago. The date below was written in elegant handwriting.

of youthful vigor, the young boys and girls cheerfully greeted him. He looked up and locked eyes with a beautiful

and a sky-blue

was the first time his

field trip, the girl approached him, handing him a portrait. "Hey, this is for you." Her voice was a bit hoarse, and she smiled shyly. "I've got a

you draw this?" He was surprised. He looked like an innocent teenager in the painting. "You made

she waved her hand.

"Hey, what's your name?"

never saw her face, but the sunlight was so beautiful

though it felt off, he still accepted her as this girl who had once

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curled up tightly, hiding in a corner

wrist in mid-air. Her hatred was unresolved, and she lowered her head and bit into his arm. He was unable to push her away until her mouth

his arm. On his arm

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