Jasper smiled and said, âHello everyone!â Then he introduced the people around him, âThis one is William, heâs my sisterâs good friend!â
So the children all shouted in unison, âWilliam is great!â
âAlright, I brought gifts for you all,â Jasper said. âDo you want to come with me and get them?â
âYes!â the children exclaimed excitedly.
So the group walked over to the front hall of the orphanage, where Jasper began to distribute the small gifts she had brought for the children. William stood by her side, helping to hand out the presents.
Roger stood nearby, watching Jasper and William standing together.
The two of them stood together, attracting everyoneâs attention and looking so perfect together.
It seemed like it had always been this way since they were young. Whenever William appeared, Jasper would always be standing next to him. And he, no matter how hard he tried, was just a lonely backup for Jasper when William wasnât around.
But a backup is always just a backup. Once the main character appears, he can only stand aside.
At this moment, this scene before him made him feel even more uncomfortable.
Roger turned around and went back to the room where he had been playing the piano earlier. The room was now empty, with only him inside.
Just like when he was a child, he often stayed in a room alone.
That feeling of loneliness, as if deeply embedded in his bones and blood, he once thought he could finally be free from it. But in the end, he realized it was just an illusion.
Rogerâs fingers caressed the piano keys as he once again played Transcendental Etude No. 12 Chasse-neige. It was this very piece that had introduced him to Jasper.
Later on, he practiced this piece the most.
Every note of this piece is etched into his bones and blood, so much so that even in his dreams, he plays this song.
The melodious sound of a piano filled the room as a figure slowly walked in and approached Roger.
âWhy are you here, William? Shouldnât you be spending time with Jasper?â Roger asked without even turning his head, as if he had already expected who would walk in.
William stared at Roger with a heavy gaze and asked, âI really want to know, who are you?â
As soon as William spoke, the piano stopped playing. Roger slowly lifted his head and looked at William with his deep and beautiful eyes. He smiled and said, âWhatâs wrong? Weâre alumni, and you still donât know my name?â
William asked, âIs your name really Roger?â
Roger calmly asked, âIf my name isnât Roger, then what should I be called?â
âThe answer to that lies within yourself, doesnât it?â William replied. âYour repeated encounters with Jasper werenât just a coincidence, were they?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â Roger said. âIf youâre suggesting that I intentionally created opportunities to meet Jasper, then youâre mistaken. It was actually her who deliberately sought me out, insisting that I was some Lawrence guy. Fortunately, we cleared up that misunderstanding later.
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âDid you have any issues with me?â William asked again.
Roger sneered, âI donât understand what youâre getting at. I only met you after I got into Stanford University, so how could we have any issues?â
âWhy did you run to Deer Capital to meet Harold and Camelia? Donât tell me you donât know who they are!â William squinted.