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

girl wore a white baseball cap, a white sun protection outfit, her hair tied in a high ponytail, and a sky-blue face mask covering her small face. Like her classmates,

the first

approached him, handing him a portrait. "Hey, this is for you." Her voice was a bit hoarse, and she smiled shyly.

He was surprised. He looked like an innocent teenager in the

young girl's teacher called her, and she waved her

"Hey, what's your name?"

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 but

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

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

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

away, staring at his arm. On his arm were two rows of neat, fleshly bite

plan all this?" she