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.

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

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, she waved at him,

first time

voice was a bit hoarse, and she smiled shyly. "I've got a cold, so my voice is a bit weird. Don't mind

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

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

"Hey, what's your name?"

conversation, he never saw her face, but the sunlight was so beautiful that day.

claiming she was the one who painted that portrait. Even though it felt off, he still accepted her as this girl who had once made his heart skip a beat. Taking a deep breath, he locked the painting away

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

raised her hand, aiming to slap him, but he caught her wrist in mid-air. Her hatred was unresolved, and she lowered her head

On his arm were two rows of

all this?" she