Quick Wear: The Stupid Beauty is Forced to Become a Heartthrob

Chapter 155: The Spectator and the Invisible Man 5 I Don’t Know You

I don't remember how I reacted, it seemed like he had forgotten about me again.

I must have lost my composure again, but it doesn't matter. He still won't remember me next time we meet, and he won't remember that I was crying like a fool at this moment.

God must be kidding me, right?

It started raining again when we went back. It was such a familiar scene.

But no one offered me an umbrella. I turned around and looked at him. He seemed to be in a good mood. It was the first time I saw him with such an expression. His cold expression melted a little, and there was a faint smile in his eyes. I don’t know what he was thinking...

No one remembers me anymore, and even the last person will forget me. What else do I have to lose?

I plucked up the courage to walk up to him, and his expression, which had just been gentle, suddenly turned cold.

I have to be brave and at least tell him how I feel.

My hands hanging by my side were trembling a little, so I had to try my best to hold my clothes to prevent the movement from being too obvious. I looked seriously into his dark and indifferent eyes and said, "I like you."

These four simple words took all my strength.

As I expected, he frowned and said in a cold tone: "I don't know you."

After saying that, he looked at me with the same impatient look as if he was looking at those fanatical fans, and turned and left.

The sound of rain outside was very loud, droplets hitting the ground one by one with such force that I felt like God wanted to smash holes in my flesh.

It really still hurts a bit. I walked home in the rain. It was a 20-minute walk, but the rain got heavier and heavier. My whole body was soaked. The big raindrops hit my body. I don't know which hurt more, my body or my heart.

When I got home, my parents were there. They were shocked when they saw me. I comforted them and went to take a shower. Oh, I felt dizzy.

As expected, I developed a high fever in the middle of the night. This time, God didn't let me survive until the next day. Instead, my mother suddenly came to my bedside not long after.

Mom started crying again, and she kept crying while asking Dad to drive.

How come she cries more than me? I don’t blame my mother, but I don’t have the energy to say this to her. I just want to sleep in a daze.

Thinking of the cold look I saw today, my heart suddenly tightened uncomfortably. When I was about to fall asleep, I still silently made the same wish I make every year on my birthday.

I hope someone will notice me.

On Thursday, September 9, ****, the weather turned from cloudy to sunny.

I didn't go to school today. My mother asked for leave for me. She took care of me all night last night, and my father is taking care of me in the hospital today.

I looked at the needle in my hand connected to the drip on my head. The liquid inside dripped and was cold when it was injected into my body.

I was the only one in the ward, and my sister had just been discharged from the hospital.

I looked at the osmanthus flowers outside the window. They were very fragrant. Even though they were so far away from me, the aroma still drifted into my nostrils.

Before I could watch for two seconds, my father received a phone call. When he came back, his face was full of apology and he seemed unable to speak.

I didn’t blame my father. I said to him, “Dad, please go. Is there something urgent you need to deal with?”

Daddy's eyes were red, and he looked like he wanted to hug me, "I'm sorry, little lamb... There was a big problem with the plan Daddy made yesterday, and I have to deal with it. Can I ask Mom to come?"

I tried my best to put on a nonchalant smile and said, "It's okay. Let mom rest before you come back. I can do it alone."

Dad left in a hurry.

I looked out the window again, feeling a little tired.

August 9, ****, Friday, sunny.

I was still alone in the ward. When my mother came to deliver lunch, she bought me a mobile phone. She said:

"Little Lamb, Mommy is really sorry for neglecting you a lot. If you have any problems in the future, please call me on your mobile phone, so that I won't forget..."

"I wanted to buy it for you a long time ago, but I don't know why I always forget. I'm not a competent mother..."

My mother hugged me and cried, and I hugged her back.

Look at me, God, look clearly, no matter how you interfere, there will always be someone who finds a way to love me.

After my mother left, I looked out the window and the scent of osmanthus wafted in. It was so fragrant.

I thought of him again inexplicably. In fact, I have never stopped thinking about him these days.

How could he forget me so easily? How long will it take me to forget him? He is so special, he is the only one in the world who remembers me, but he still forgets me...

I stared blankly at the scenery outside the window. A breeze blew by, gently blowing my hair as if to comfort me.

"Osmanthus flowers are so fragrant. How fragrant would they be if I put them under my nose and smell them?" I said to myself, looking at the osmanthus trees outside, and suddenly I reached out my hand and wanted to touch one.

Unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew by and brought a small osmanthus flower accurately. It was so small that it fell right into my palm.

I was stunned for a moment, then I gently picked it up and smelled it. It was indeed very fragrant, much more fragrant than when I smelled it from a distance.

Monday, September 9, ****, the weather was cloudy.

Today I am almost well, I left my phone at home and went to school.

My deskmate changes frequently. This time, it’s a lively girl who is very popular and can chat with everyone.

Of course, I am still an exception. No matter how many times I take the initiative to contact her, she will still politely ask the next time: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

I should have understood my position long ago, so I gradually closed myself off. If I don't want to talk, then I don't have to talk. Is it not okay for me to talk to myself?

A large circle of good friends gathered around her desk, and some of them kept chattering and exclaiming from time to time. I had no interest in listening at first, but I heard a familiar name.

They said—

"Oh my god, doesn't Shi Jilin never talk to girls?!"

"Are they really holding hands?"

"Really! That girl is a little blind! She's the one from Class 3, the one Shi Jilin brought to school holding her hand!"

"Damn... I know this little blind girl, her name... I forgot what it was, but she's Li An'an's sister, right?"

"Yes, yes, that's her. Someone saw them coming to school holding hands!"

"Shi Jilin doesn't really like her, does he? No, my cool male god!"

"Wow, wow, and that girl isn't pretty. No matter what, I won't be content until I'm with someone like Li An'an!"

"That's right, Li An'an is at least beautiful and kind."

……

I couldn't listen to what happened next.

Does he actually have someone he likes?

No wonder you forgot me so easily.

It was as if my heart was suddenly hollowed out, empty and a gust of wind could be heard, with a vague echo.

I'm too weak, I feel like I'm about to cry...