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.

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

outfit, her hair tied in a high ponytail, and a

the first time his

handing him a portrait. "Hey, this is for you." Her voice was a bit hoarse, and she smiled shyly. "I've got a cold, so my

was surprised. He looked like an innocent

young girl's teacher called her, and she waved her hand. "I

"Hey, what's your name?"

didn't get a response from her. Throughout their conversation, he never saw her face, but the sunlight was so beautiful that day. She was covered up so thoroughly

one who painted that portrait. Even though it felt off, he still accepted her as this girl who

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Her petite form was curled up tightly, hiding in a corner of the

Casper came in, a surge of intense hatred filled her. She staggered out of bed, marching towards him. She raised her hand, aiming to slap him, but he caught her wrist in mid-air. Her hatred was unresolved, and she lowered her head and bit into his arm. He was unable to push her

On his arm were two rows of neat, fleshly

you plan all this?" she