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.

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

a high ponytail, and a sky-blue face mask covering her small face. Like her classmates, she waved at him, her eyes

the first

of the field trip, the girl approached him, handing him a portrait. "Hey, this is for you." Her voice

looked like an innocent teenager in the painting. "You made

girl's teacher called her, and she waved

"Hey, what's your name?"

her face, but the sunlight was so beautiful that day. She was covered up

on, Nova found him, claiming she was the one who painted that portrait. Even though it felt off, he still accepted her as this girl who had

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petite form was curled up tightly,

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 away until her mouth was filled with blood. Then

away, staring at his arm. On his arm were two

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