âYesterday, you asked me if I was Lawrence, and if I looked like him,â he asked.
âActually, itâs 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,â Jasper explained.
âThatâs 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.â
âBut Iâm not Lawrence,â Roger said.
âI know, youâre not,â she said, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. âI guess I just miss him so much that I canât help but look at you a little longer.â
âMaybe he didnât grow up to look like me. As you said, your memory of him is just his 10-year-old self,â
he said.
She chuckled self-deprecatingly, âYeah, maybe he doesnât look like you, butâ¦â She took a deep breath and gazed straight at him with her almond eyes. âCan you let me have a good look at you? I wonât bother you again in the future.â
He pursed his thin lips and didnât say anything, but he didnât 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?
âHave you seen enough?â a cold voice interrupted.
âThank you,â 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.
âPlease, Reed, watch your behavior!â Roger said, intending to walk past Jasper and leave.
âAre you really not Lawrence?â Jasper hastily grabbed onto him.
âI already told you, Iâm not! Didnât you just say you knew I wasnât? Why are you asking this ridiculous question again?â he said impatiently.
âBut you have the same mole in the same spot on your neck as Lawrence!â Jasper said.
Rogerâs eyes flickered slightly, âIn this world, people can have similarities, and moles can also be similar. Whatâs so strange about it? Do you really want to insist that I am Lawrence just because of a mole?â
âButâ¦â
She wanted to say something else, but he interrupted her, âI know who I am better than you do, so I hope you wonât insist on saying that I am someone else in front of me!â
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!