After Jasperâs 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 wasâ¦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 reallyâ¦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 Jasperâs 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?
Jasperâs heart raced, but she didnât look away. She just kept staring at him.
Jasper felt her heart pounding hard, but she didnât 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 Williamâs height. She used to often wonder what Lawrence would look like and how tall he would be when she found him, considering he wouldnât 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.
âYouâve been following me all this way, is there something you need?â
âHuh?â Jasper was stunned. Her following him seemed like a subconscious action, and she didnât even think much about it when she chased after him from the library.
âIf thereâs nothing else, I hope you wonât follow me like this anymore,â Roger said, turning to leave.
âWait!â She suddenly took two quick steps forward, blocking his path. âIâve been following you because you look a lot like a friend of mine!â
He furrowed his brow at her words. âLawrence?â
âYou know him?â She was surprised.