12In the end, we didn't find the so-called medium.Life returned to peace. Christopher and I brought my grandmother to live with us in the city. As the summer approached, I successfully passed the graduation thesis defense.We rented a house outside.It didn't take long for the class to organize a graduation trip together.Everyone knew about Christopher and me. They made an exception and asked me to bring my family with me.The night before departure, Christopher was still busy with his study. I rubbed my heavy eyelids and asked, "When will you go to bed?"Christopher, wearing glasses, looked up from the pile of books, and his gentle gaze was full of love."Babe, I need more time. Are you coming in? Or do you want to go to sleep?"Princess was sleeping soundly with Grandma this time. I didn't want to sleep alone, so I came to Christopher, lowered my head, and stared at his manuscripts filled with words."Multiverse Research Organization?"Christopher smiled. "Yes, the Mult
The Perspective of Christopher: ExtraIt was in the suburbs the first time I saw her.I remembered that it was a particularly beautiful evening. She sat in the corner of the cafe, leaning her head against the stone wall covered with greenery and dozing off.The sunset shone on her face, which was a kind of lovely beauty.The nameplate on her chest reflected a bright halo.[Serenity Wright]Serenity.She was at the same school as me.I sat in the corner of the cafe and didn't dare to wake her up.If there was love at first sight in the world, it must be my love for her.Later, my place of study was moved from the library to the cafe. She talked to me a few times, but it was always polite greetings and nothing more.Serenity probably didn't remember.After a long time, I learned from the instructor that she had a poor family, her parents divorced, and she worked several jobs at the same time.Because of that, the love letter I had written was delayed again and again. I did
Author: Meng Jiu Chu On the night of graduation, he held his new girlfriend, Sienna Zabinski, in his arms. Sienna was the campus belle. Everyone around him was cheering, asking him to introduce me, his childhood friend, to someone.He glanced at me sitting in the corner and said to his friends, "She is a fool with a sour and gloomy face. She looks as if others owe her money. Who will want her?"I shrank into the shadows, worried that others would see the tears I was trying to hold back.An ugly woman did not have the right to weep. That was the first lesson I learned when I became his childhood friend.1When I first met Stanley Zabel, I was just nine years old.My parents came to the city because of a job transfer, and my family and his family became neighbors.When my mother brought me over to his house to get to know him, I stood timidly behind her and looked at the beautiful and arrogant boy in front of me.I wanted to get close to him, but I instinctively felt that he wa
7I began to deliberately reduce the frequency of replying to Stanley's messages. When he asked me for help, I stopped being available and made excuses for myself. I told him I was busy with homework and activities.Stanley might have noticed it, or perhaps he was impatient. In short, he gradually stopped contacting me.Yet, I seemed to have serious withdrawals.I could not eat, and sometimes I could not sleep.As soon as my phone chimed, I would take it over reflexively to see if it was him.I was torn between expectation and disappointment, and I was in a state of constant suffering.Finally, one day when I rushed out of the door of the dormitory building for class, I bumped into a person. When I fell to the ground, my head was extremely dizzy. I heard a ringing in my ears.The girl I bumped into took my arm and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"I looked up at her.It was Charmaine.8Charmaine skipped a grade and was now our senior.I asked her if she remembered Stanl
14In the evening, I went to the basketball court.I sat on the steps and watched Stanley play alone, not far away.His movements showed that he was venting rather than training.After throwing a three-pointer, he stopped playing and walked toward me with the ball in his arms.I inched away from him.He frowned and said impatiently, "Why are you hiding from me?" Then he sat beside me and habitually reached out his hand to me.I realized that he was asking for water.In the past, every time he finished playing, he took the water and towels I prepared for him, but I was obviously not prepared presently.I really forgot.He was a little angry. He lifted his basketball shirt and used it to wipe off the sweat on his face. He sat beside me and began interrogating me, "Why didn't you contact me for so long? Why didn't you answer the phone?"I took a deep breath and asked him, "What do you want to say to me?"Stanley slowed down when he heard that. He wiped off the sweat on his nec
16When I returned to the studio the next day, I told Charmaine and Leticia about the whole thing, including what happened at the Freshers' Night Gala.After hearing that, Leticia rolled up her sleeves and yelled that she would teach Stanley and Sienna a lesson for me.Charmaine said with a cold face, "It's time to retaliate and slap some people, but you have to find a good way." Then, she handed me an entry form.The entry form was for the school's annual fashion exhibition.She looked into my eyes just like she looked at Stanley and spoke to me that summer. Her tone was still as firm as before. "Jessalyn, you have to face some obstacles by yourself. Do you dare to do so?"I finally looked her in the eye and nodded.I had to say that Charmaine was a really ruthless person. She used my original pearl-beaded mermaid dress as a design for the competition. However, she changed the white silk to black and the graceful fishtail design to an ancient Gregan Ionic-style hem.With her s
Six Years Later (Extra 1)Jessalyn arrived home at 11:00 p.m.As soon as she got home, she was hugged by Zachariah from behind when she changed her shoes at the entrance. He sobbed, "Ms. Gaffner, you left me alone..."Jessalyn struggled to change her shoes under the burden of Zachariah. Her dimples could not help but deepen, but she still wanted to tease him. "What's wrong? Was my show bad?"Zachariah hurriedly raised his hands to prove his identity as a true fan. "No, no. Ms. Gaffner, your program is particularly nice. You are beautiful, good at commenting, and professional."Jessalyn smiled more deeply and pinched Zachariah's cheek.Since college, Jessalyn and Charmaine often participated in activities together. Charmaine was a designer, while Jessalyn was a model. Jessalyn accumulated influence in the industry bit by bit, starting from the competition in a small magazine.In six years, they also created their own women's boutique brand. At that moment, the brand had become fa
Author: Zhen Zhu Niao I never thought this scene would appear in front of me.A tall man stood before me, holding the pink lingerie I had just taken off with his slender ring finger.My jeans were halfway also down my thighs.1On Friday, I had just left the company where I did my internship and rushed home by subway during the evening rush hour, ready to sleep all day and night.As soon as I arrived at the entrance of my place, I saw a familiar figure.It was my ex-boyfriend.He seemed to have sensed my presence as he paused the action of pushing the elevator button before turning around suspiciously.In a split second, I jumped quickly into the bushes next to me.After waiting for five minutes to make sure the coast was clear, I slowly got up and patted the leaves off my body.I simply could not stand men. They were annoying. We had broken up, but he still came to pester me.I took out my phone and sent a message to my best friend, Savannah Harrison.Me: [Savvy, beautif