She was taken aback. Roger⦠a completely unfamiliar name, with no connection to Lawrence whatsoever.
So, he really isnât Lawrence? Was it all just her overthinking?
A strong sense of disappointment welled up in her chest, and she finally let go of his clothes that she had been holding onto.
The boy turned and left, while Jasper remained motionless, standing in place with his head down, staring at his own toes.
The boy turned and left, but Jasper remained motionless, standing in the same spot with his head down, staring at his own toes.
And the layer of mist that had been filling up their eyes finally turned into tears, rolling down their cheeks drop by drop.
Maybe she was just too fixated on Lawrence, which led her to mistake that person for Lawrence!
I hope Lawrence is safe and sound, and that one day he can appear in front of her! At that time, she will do everything she can to make up for Lawrence, and then she will say to him â
Iâm sorry!
Iâm sorry, at that time she didnât answer his call. Iâm sorry, at that time she couldnât save him or his parents.
If time could be reversed, she would have wished to receive that phone call.
In that case, perhaps some things would be different!
Jasper walked aimlessly, feeling lost. When she came to her senses, she found herself inside a small bar near the campus.
This bar mainly caters to students, with many Stanford University students coming here regularly. The prices are also quite affordable.
For Jasper, it was her first time here.
The atmosphere in the bar was quite refreshing, the lighting wasnât too dim, and since it was still afternoon, there werenât many people around.
Jasper walked up to the bar counter and casually ordered a cocktail.
When the cocktail was brought to her, she picked up the glass and took a big gulp.
It didnât taste good.
The wine here is much worse than any she has tasted before, even to the point of being difficult to drink.
But this unpleasant taste matches her current mood quite well.
Her emotions have been up and down, just like the wine, bitter and astringent.
The man said he wasnât Lawrence at all, but why does she still feel like he is? Is it because she misses Lawrence too much? So anyone who can play the piano and looks a little like Lawrence from her childhood, she mistakes for him?
Lawrence⦠can she find him again?
Although she kept saying that he wasnât dead and must still be alive, after so many years, even she herself began to think that maybe she was just deceiving herself.
Jasper was already beautiful, and sitting alone at the bar drinking, she exuded a sad atmosphere that easily attracted others.
Several guys who were originally sitting on the other side obviously noticed Jasper and approached her, saying, âDrinking alone? Why not come to our table? Weâll treat you, letâs drink together.â
But Jasper seemed to be lost in her own thoughts and completely ignored them.
The guys continued, âAre you a student at Stanford University? We work nearby and can be friends.
We have a few buddies whose girlfriends are from Stanford University, too!â
One of them was itching to reach out and put his arm around Jasperâs shoulder.
But as soon as his hand moved a little, Jasperâs gaze suddenly turned cold and he stared at the man, saying, âGet lost. I donât want to be friends with you or drink with you.â