Chapter 3563


    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 y the piano.


    Even though she always says she likes his piano, in reality, she ys much better than him and


    sounds much more beautiful.


    At that time, he made a vow in his heart that one day he would y 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.


    Just 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


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    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 yed 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 thinyer 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 over and over again… He was lucky to


    survive 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?