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At her request, he stopped walking.
The next moment, her head rested against his chest, and she leaned into his embrace. “Let me stay like this for a while, I’m so tired…”
She was really exhausted!
At this moment, she felt completely exhausted.
William silently held Jasper in his arms and after a moment asked, “What happened?”
“I met someone who looks a lot like Lawrence,” Jasper murmured.
William’s body tensed up and he heard her continue, “But that person isn’t Lawrence. He said his name is Roger. However, his appearance is just like what Lawrence would look like when he grows up. Also, he can play Transcendental Etude No. 12 Chasse-neige very well. His piano playing reminded me of the scene when Lawrence played it.”
“So, is he…?” William asked.
“No,” she said in a low voice. “He said his name is Roger, not
Lawrence.”
For a moment, William felt relieved, but then he scolded himself for his selfishness. Why did he feel that way? Did he want Lawrence to never appear again?
But that was Jasper’s issue! If Lawrence could appear, then Jasper’s issue would be resolved. William should hope that Jasper can find Lawrence!
“Maybe you just miss Lawrence so much that you think everyone looks like him,” William said.
“Is that so?” Jasper said softly, with a heavy tone in her voice. “Maybe, William. I really miss him so much…”
It’s too much, and this yearning that has accumulated over the years is becoming increasingly heavy.
At night, William watched a video on his phone, which happened to be a video of Jasper hugging
Roger.
In the video, Roger’s appearance was very clear, which made
William’s heart skip a beat.
Indeed, he looked a lot like Lawrence, like Lawrence grown up, so it’s no wonder Jasper would act this way.
It’s understandable that she would make a mistake.
But why does he feel a sour, oppressive, and uncomfortable feeling in his heart? Is it jealousy? Is he jealous that Lawrence has been gone from Jasper’s side for so many years, yet Grace can occupy so much of Jasper’s emotions? Or is he jealous of Roger, being held by Jasper like this?
His fingers kept tightening, almost as if he was about to crush the phone.
However, regardless of the situation, Roger is not Lawrence.
However, if one day the real Lawrence were to appear in front of Jasper, it is unclear who would hold more weight in Jasper’s heart – him or Lawrence.
After Jasper’s afternoon class ended the next day, she came to the library to find some books and materials. As she sat in her chair looking at the materials in front of her, she caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye. The figure was carrying a stack of books and sat down at a nearby seat, flipping through the books and taking notes.
It was…Roger!
Jasper immediately recognized him, even though there were still a few tables between them. Her gaze kept drifting towards him from time to time.
He really…looks like Lawrence!
How wonderful it would be if he really is Lawrence!
Last night, as soon as she closed her eyes, she could hear him playing Transcendental Etude No. 12
Chasse-neige.
Suddenly, her eyes met with Jasper’s beautiful dark eyes. At that moment, Roger, who knows when, lifted his head and looked straight at her. Their eyes met!
Was she caught peeking?
Jasper’s heart raced, but she didn’t look away. She just kept staring at him.
Jasper felt her heart pounding hard, but she didn’t move away. Instead, she just kept staring straight at him.
After a moment, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes. He gathered his books and materials, stood up, and walked towards the library door.
Almost instinctively, Jasper followed him out. When she came to her senses, she was already behind him.
What came into view was his back.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, straight spine, but his gait was casual.
He is quite tall, about 180 centimeters, similar to William’s height. She used to often wonder what
Lawrence would look like and how tall he would be when she found him, considering he wouldn’t be a
10-year-old child anymore.
Just then, Roger in front suddenly stopped walking, and Jasper, lost in thought, bumped into his back.
Ouch!
She covered her nose and staggered back a few steps, while he turned around and looked at her.
“You’ve been following me all this way, is there something you need?”
“Huh?” Jasper was stunned. Her following him seemed like a subconscious action, and she didn’t even think much about it when she chased after him from the library.
“If there’s nothing else, I hope you won’t follow me like this anymore,” Roger said, turning to leave.
“Wait!” She suddenly took two quick steps forward, blocking his path. “I’ve been following you because you look a lot like a friend of mine!”
He furrowed his brow at her words. “Lawrence?”
“You know him?” She was surprised.
“Yesterday, you asked me if I was Lawrence, and if I looked like him,” he asked.
“Actually, it’s more like you resemble him when he was a child. He disappeared when he was only 10
years old, and your appearance is what he might have looked like as an adult,” Jasper explained.
“That’s why I asked if you were Lawrence, because… he also played Transcendental Etude No. 12
Chasse-neige, and your interpretation of the piece is similar to his.”
“But I’m not Lawrence,” Roger said.
“I know, you’re not,” she said, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. “I guess I just miss him so much that I can’t help but look at you a little longer.”
“Maybe he didn’t grow up to look like me. As you said, your memory of him is just his 10-year-old self,”
he said.
She chuckled self-deprecatingly, “Yeah, maybe he doesn’t look like you, but…” She took a deep breath and gazed straight at him with her almond eyes. “Can you let me have a good look at you? I won’t bother you again in the future.”
He pursed his thin lips and didn’t say anything, but he didn’t leave either.
So… does that mean he agreed? Jasper thought to himself.
Thus, a man and a woman stood facing each other on a small path beside the library. She looked at him quietly and seriously, as if she wanted to imprint his appearance deeply in her mind.
He, on the other hand, remained silent and let her look at him like that.
Finally, their eyes met. Her deep, dark eyes were so calm that Jasper wondered if this person was really Lawrence.
If it were Lawrence, how could he be so calm upon seeing her?
“Have you seen enough?” a cold voice interrupted.
“Thank you,” Jasper said. Just as she was about to look away, her gaze fell on his neck, and she froze.
She leaned in, placing her hands on his shoulders and bringing her face close to his neck.
There was a small mole on his neck, just like the one Lawrence had in her memory.
Just as Jasper was lost in thought, she was suddenly pushed by
Roger and stumbled back a few steps before regaining her balance.
“Please, Reed, watch your behavior!” Roger said, intending to walk past Jasper and leave.
“Are you really not Lawrence?” Jasper hastily grabbed onto him.
“I already told you, I’m not! Didn’t you just say you knew I wasn’t? Why are you asking this ridiculous question again?” he said impatiently.
“But you have the same mole in the same spot on your neck as Lawrence!” Jasper said.
Roger’s eyes flickered slightly, “In this world, people can have similarities, and moles can also be similar. What’s so strange about it? Do you really want to insist that I am Lawrence just because of a mole?”
“But…”
She wanted to say something else, but he interrupted her, “I know who I am better than you do, so I hope you won’t insist on saying that I am someone else in front of me!”
After speaking, he forcefully shook off her hand and left on his own.
Jasper stood still, staring blankly at his back, lost in thought.
Is that person really not Lawrence? But why are there so many coincidences? Each coincidence makes it impossible for her to ignore.
Regardless, she must find out if he really is Lawrence!
The next day, a photo once again sparked discussion on the school forum. It was posted by an anonymous user and showed Jasper and Roger with their faces close together, appearing to be kissing from the angle of the photo.
In the photo, Jasper’s cheek is clearly visible, but Roger is only seen from behind.
As a result, Jasper’s identity was quickly revealed.
The kissing scene between the Reed family’s eldest princess and the mysterious boy immediately sparked discussions among many students at school. Some even said that William was dumped by the princess or that she was two-timing him. Jasper found it amusing and frustrating when he found out.
“In the photo, I was just looking at the mole on his neck, not kissing him!” Jasper complained to William in the restaurant’s private room. “You don’t know, even my roommates automatically assumed it was a love triangle. And in their imagination, you’re becoming a pitiful loser! They keep telling me not to be fickle, but I don’t know what to say.”
Jasper looked at William again and said, “You don’t look like a loser at all, let alone a pitiful one. I don’t know how they came up with that.”
