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

Chapter 168 The Spectator and the Invisible Man 18 I Just Want One Red Rose

Everyone was feeling lucky that I had escaped a disaster, but little did they know that the disaster had already happened. It died right in front of me, and no one saw it. I was the only one feeling sad for it.

I wish I hadn't dodged it.

I would rather be the one who died.

The people around were still talking.

It's so noisy...

It's so noisy...

I want to go home, want to be held by it, want to be coaxed to sleep, this may be a dream.

"Is this girl scared silly? Why doesn't she say a word?"

"You're scared, right? This is just a close call."

"That's right, go away, don't block other people's way."

"Go back."

The crowd dispersed and I stood up.

Go home, I go home too, go home and have a good sleep, and then it will come back.

July 7, ****, Saturday, the weather was cloudy.

I'm so hungry and in so much pain. My whole body hurts.

There are dusty wounds on my knees and elbows. I took a shower and went to bed yesterday. The blood mixed with dust has coagulated on the wounds, and the wounds look a little uncomfortable.

There is no rich osmanthus fragrance, no existential hug, nothing like it.

It still hasn't come back.

I hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon, so I found some bread and ate it with water, then tidied up the room casually and went out with the garbage bag.

After walking for about ten minutes, we still saw the snacks and fruits we bought from the supermarket yesterday on the familiar bench, but no one had taken them.

What a shame, it just ran away without even taking a good look at our stuff.

I sat on it and looked at the traffic on the opposite side.

That's the place, it dissipates in that place.

What’s the point? If it’s gone, what’s the point of my life?

I live a lonely life, no one loves me, no one cares about me, and no one remembers me.

I seem to see it again.

I stood up and walked towards it step by step...

Tuk Tuk——

A whistle suddenly sounded.

I was already standing in the same spot as yesterday, the difference was, the driver didn't rush over.

It gradually disappeared in front of me, I didn't move, let me disappear with it, I want to accompany it.

Suddenly, a strange male voice sounded in my ears.

"Good, good, good, may you live a hundred years. I wish our little lamb a long life and happiness..."

I had clearly never heard its sound before, but at this moment I could accurately imagine it in my mind and was sure that this was its sound.

The driver who had been honking his horn non-stop had already leaned his head out to curse me, and I walked back to the bench step by step like a wooden man and sat down quietly.

The wound on my hand began to hurt again. I suddenly felt a little aggrieved and murmured, "It hurts so much. My wound is bleeding. Why don't you come?"

If it sees me like this, it will definitely feel sad.

If you don’t come today, I will wait until tomorrow. If you don’t come tomorrow, I will wait until the day after tomorrow.

I'll wait for it, I'll wait for it here.

It is so magical and powerful, it will definitely come back to me. It doesn’t matter, I will wait for it slowly. I have time, I will wait slowly.

I still have to wait for it to transform into human form and give him a kiss on the cheek.

On Sunday, July 7, ****, the weather was cloudy and turned to rainy.

The weather is not very good today, so I took an umbrella with me when I went out.

Sure enough, when I sat down on the bench, it started to drizzle, but fortunately the trees above my head blocked most of the rain.

The rain was getting heavier, so I had to raise the small umbrella I had been carrying since high school.

The umbrella was not big, so the rain came in easily, and half of my shoulder was slowly soaked.

It's annoying, I never got wet when it was there before.

I complained word by word.

"Look, if you don't come, my clothes will be soaked."

"If you catch a cold when you get home, it's all your fault."

"I ate bread again this morning. I felt a little choked. I need to drink a lot of water."

"But I'm still full. I didn't feel very hungry yesterday at noon."

"The yogurt we picked that day didn't taste good. It always felt weird when I drank it yesterday afternoon. I'd better buy the yellow peach flavor next time."

People walking hurriedly on the road would also look at me strangely.

Maybe in their eyes I was a weirdo, sitting alone on a bench with an umbrella, talking to myself in the air.

They are all vulgar people who know nothing, huh.

Monday, July 7, ****, the weather was cloudy.

I got up early in the morning and went to the company to punch in, and I was not late for a minute.

After a busy day, I sat on the bench with a sandwich and felt relaxed.

While eating my lunch, I told it about what I encountered in the company.

"Without you pestering me, I wouldn't have been late this morning!"

"That annoying Mediterranean has left and has been replaced by a female supervisor who seems very strict."

"But you know, no matter how strict they are, they won't notice me. I can easily get away with it every time."

"I bought too much fruit last time. I can't finish it all at once. I think it will go bad very easily."

"But I took cherries to the company today to share. Even though they didn't remember me, they were still very friendly to me."

"I'd better buy less next time. It hurts me."

The setting sun was no longer visible and the sky was gradually darkening. I stopped chattering and realized belatedly that I might have said too much.

"I may be a little long-winded, but you are not allowed to dislike me!"

"It's getting dark. I'm going home. I'll wait for you tomorrow."

I took the trash away and walked home under the suddenly lit street lights.

Tuesday, July 7, ****, sunny.

I feel a little lonely.

I sat on the bench and expressed my feelings word by word.

No one mentioned me in the group during the team building this afternoon, and I didn’t explain it to the team leader, so that’s it.

Anyway, I have something to do in the afternoon, so if I go for team building I won't be able to see it. This is perfect, I can have the best of both worlds.

These days, people passing by have been talking about me. It's so strange. They obviously don't remember me at other times, but they pay attention to me at this time. It's so annoying.

They all said I was crazy, that I sat here for a long time every day, talking to myself, and that I might have something wrong with my intelligence.

Who has a mental problem? I'm fine!

I went to a good university and joined a good company. I'm not a crazy person.

No one understands me, I wish it were here.

"How long will it take you to come? I'll tell you a secret. I'm actually one kiss away from you."

"I thought so last time you kissed me in the supermarket."

"Besides, I still need a bouquet of flowers for you! Can I buy it for you now?"

Suddenly speaking of this, I became interested. This time I didn't buy it from the flower shop opposite. I placed an order on my mobile phone.

Buy it roses.

Buy a delicate red rose, a red rose that represents love, and I have never said love to it.

A red rose is not expensive, but the takeaway wouldn’t even let me place the order.

Humph, I'm angry. Next time I'll buy it myself. I just want one red rose.

(A red rose: You are my only one.)