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Chapter 3563
The scene before him made him feel like he had gone back
many years.
At that time, he always enjoyed looking at her and listening to her play the piano.
Even though she always says she likes his piano, in reality, she plays much better than him and sounds much more
beautiful.
At that time, he made a vow in his heart that one day he would play the piano so well that she would always love his
music.
Looking back, he was so naive and ridiculous back then. He was willing to do anything for her!
In his eyes, she was like a deity who changed the fate of their family. He felt grateful, respectful, and fond of her…
But now, he had to bring her down from her pedestal.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust then, a voice rang out, “Oh, you’re awake!”
Roger realized that the piano music had stopped at some
point, and Jasper was now turning to look at her.
His expression changed slightly, and he was inwardly annoyed at himself for getting distracted earlier. “What are
you doing.
here?” he asked.
“I came to find you,” she replied. “But when I came in, I saw
that you were asleep and seemed to be restless. I couldn’t
wake you up, so I tried using music therapy.”
“Music therapy?” he scoffed. “Just a piano piece. Can that
really be considered therapy?”
“Different types of music can correspond to different patients’ conditions. The piece I played just now can be very
useful in stabilizing feelings of anxiety, restlessness, and fear. So I gave it a try, and now…” She looked him over
and said, “You seem to be doing better now.”
He squinted his eyes and asked, “Anxious, uneasy, and fearful? What makes you think I have these emotions?”
“Because…” She paused and noticed the thin layer of sweat on his forehead. She grabbed a tissue and walked over
to him. “Because you slept restlessly and kept saying ‘don’t hit me’ in your sleep. That’s why I think so.”
As she was standing and he was sitting, she spoke while trying to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
However, before her hand could touch his forehead, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and asked, “You said I was
shouting ‘don’t hit me’ in my dream?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Did you have a bad dream or did I mishear
it?”
His thin lips were tightly pursed. Did he dream of his darkest time again? When he was in the hospital, taken away
by the person who killed his parents, and tortured xo.com fast updateover and over again… He was lucky to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsurvive and escape.
But even though he escaped from that darkness, he could never forget it. He always had nightmares and woke up
from
them.
“I dreamt of something, it has nothing to do with you. And, what are you trying to do?” He said coldly, his gaze
falling on
the hand he held.
“I just wanted to help you wipe the sweat off your forehead.”
She said.
“No need.” He let go of her hand, stood up, and took a tissue to wipe the sweat off his forehead himself.
At this moment, there seems to be a deliberate unfamiliarity emanating from him, making it difficult for people to
approach him.
He is like a lone wolf, not allowing others to enter his dearted, yest unwilling to step out of it.
What has happened to this person?
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