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.

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

a high ponytail, and a sky-blue face mask covering her small face. Like her

the first

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

an innocent

girl's teacher called her, and she waved her

"Hey, what's your name?"

saw her face, but the sunlight

painted that portrait. Even though it felt off, he still accepted her as this girl who had once made his heart skip

$19

was curled up tightly, hiding in a corner

of bed, marching towards him. She raised her hand, aiming to slap him, but he caught her wrist in mid-air. Her hatred was

On his arm were two rows

plan all this?"