It was dusk, and the once-bright sun had become a large, golden-red ball. The orange-pink sunset shone on Barbara's face as if coating it with a blush.
Jasper felt his breath hitch for a second, but quickly recovered and said with a gentle smile, "You can come anytime you want. This will be your room from now on."
Barbara felt a surge of joy in her heart but suddenly remembered something. "Mr. McMillan, why are you so good to me? Did something happen between us when I lost my memory?" Barbara asked, carefully observing Jasper's eyes. She found that he didn't avoid her gaze at all.
"We were just kids back then. Your mother and my mother were good friends, so we often played together. But that was all. Something happened later, and you forgot all about it. But to protect your brain, I can
