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

Chapter 169: The Spectator and the Invisible Man 19 This is my inevitable fate

On Thursday, August 8, ****, the weather changed from sunny to cloudy.

It's been almost a month and it hasn't come back yet.

It seems like my name is written on this bench. No one sits here. It's just me every day.

It doesn’t matter, I’m not in a hurry, time passes quickly, I can wait.

August 8, ****, Friday, sunny.

The weather has turned cooler recently, so it’s time for me to go clothes shopping.

In the past few years, it has always accompanied me to the mall to buy things. Now that it is gone, I have lost interest in buying things alone.

"I haven't bought clothes for a long time. The weather has been a bit cold recently."

"It would be nice if you were here. I don't really want to go alone."

"Forget it, it's okay, it's the same if we buy together on our phones. People nowadays shop on their phones."

I sat on the bench and opened the shopping app, just pretending that we were watching it together.

November 8, ****, Saturday, the weather was sunny.

The flowers I bought last time have withered. Today happened to be a holiday, so I went to the flower market.

In fact, if I just want to buy a rose, there are a lot of people selling it on the street, but I want to pick the best one for it myself.

Fortunately, the boss was very easy to talk to. He spent dozens of minutes picking just one rose and didn't say anything to me. I took the flower to meet it.

The flowers were placed on the other side of the bench.

"The one at home has dried up, so I brought you another one."

"I spent a long time picking one for you at the flower market today. This is definitely the most beautiful one!"

"I may still not be very good at growing flowers. If you were here, you would definitely be able to grow them."

"I'll go study online in a few days. I'll learn slowly while you're away. When you come back, you'll see how well I've raised my dog!"

After chattering for the whole afternoon, the sky gradually darkened, I picked up the rose, slowed down my pace and went home.

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Thursday, September 9, ****, sunny.

I had a dream.

A very vivid dream.

I crossed.

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When I woke up, my bed was very different and the woman who came in through the door was someone I didn't recognize. She called me daughter.

She asked me why I didn't go to the shop to help.

I didn't understand what was going on, so she took me to the shop to wash up.

I felt like I was dreaming, but I was very conscious and I could feel the pain.

I asked her cautiously what year it was, and her answer made me believe that I had traveled through time.

Why did I travel through time?

Is there a reason for this? Will I be able to see it if I travel through time?

There was a glimmer of hope in my heart again.

In the following days, I was careful with my words and actions, trying not to let people find fault with my actions and doubt my identity.

Even after traveling through time, it's still the same. No one cares about my existence.

The so-called "family" would still habitually forget me, but I would always follow them to the shop and try to interact with as many people as possible.

But day after day passed, and there was still no sign of it.

Counting the time, I have been here for a month.

I can't wait any longer. This world makes me feel less like I belong to it. I can't stay here without it!

Why on earth did I travel through time?

I don't understand.

Could it be that it is already in this world, but just can't find me? Or maybe it thinks I am not in this world?

I decided to try a different approach.

I don't want to live cautiously anymore.

I started telling everyone I met that I was a time traveler, that I came from the 21st century, and that I didn’t belong here.

Sure enough, after a while, everyone noticed me, and the news spread among my neighbors that I was a lunatic. No one dislikes to hear such gossip, and it would probably spread farther and farther. I wonder if the cat can hear it?

One day, two days, three days, one month...

My life is still so peaceful.

I'm going crazy.

I want to go wait for it by the bench. I don't want to stay here.

How can I go back?

suicide?

I walked aimlessly on the street, walking farther and farther. I don’t know how long I had been walking before I saw a sign in front of me: Chenyang Restaurant.

It's not a sudden intuition from somewhere, I think the reason why I traveled through time may be found in it.

There were quite a few people inside, so I walked to a corner and sat down. I could feel other people looking at me strangely, and people whispering that I was a lunatic, but I didn't care. I ordered a few dishes at random and continued to think about how to leave.

If it weren't for it, perhaps I would have been dead long ago. On that afternoon when the last person who remembered me also forgot me, I might have jumped into the river.

There are not even any relatives of mine or people I am familiar with in this world.

My existence has always been meaningless, whether in that world or this world.

It's better to die than to live like this.

The table was suddenly knocked twice. Looking up, I saw a very tall and strong man with a cold and resolute look. There was no flaw in his facial features, but he looked a little fierce.

He seemed to open his mouth and say something, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

As my heartbeat suddenly accelerated, I realized that this person must be it.

The purpose of my time travel is still to repeat secret crushes and heartbreaks.

How can I describe my mood at this moment? A little funny and a little sad, a fateful sadness.

You went through so much trouble to travel through time just to make me feel pain? Does God think too highly of me? What did I do in my previous life? Did I kill the gods in heaven?

At the same time, I'm so tired of the same plot over and over again.

I give up, I accept my fate, let me go back.

Maybe it was because I was looking at the man with such a complicated expression that he frowned. “I’ll give you a 20% discount on your meal today. Is that okay?”

This person is it and not it.

I think about it...

I want to go home and touch the sweet-scented osmanthus it gave me, and read the little note we passed to each other. I miss it...

The man turned his head.

I turned my head following his gaze.

She was a well-behaved and lively girl, very beautiful, just like the three girls before.

It must be her.

So I asked him, "Is that the person you like?"

"My partner."

Already together? This time the breakup was quick.

Very good. I endured the dull pain that suddenly came from my heart. The process was so fast this time, which was quite to my liking. I smiled and said to him, "I guess so."

The man looked at me and said nothing more.

I just remembered that I hadn't answered him yet, so I continued, "Then change it to any dish."

he's gone.

Maybe love is not my destiny.

So everyone backed off.

It also recedes.

This is my inevitable fate.

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After that day, I went back to sleep and returned to my real home.

When I got up, the half glass of water was still next to the bed and the date hadn't changed, as if I had really just had a good sleep.

Could it be that I really had a dream?

Just think of it as a dream.