[BL]Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle(Rebirth) [MTL]

Chapter 19

Within sight, all kinds of jokes.

It's just that others see him as a joke, and he sees others as a joke.

Li Rong raised his neck and slowly drank the red wine in the glass. After drinking, he picked up the small cake on the seat next to him and ate it without anyone else.

He was thinking about what happened in his last life.

At that time, his health was even worse. After he woke up from the hospital, his spirit seemed to be dead.

He spent nearly a month in the villa given by the court, unable to eat or sleep. He couldn't understand a lot of things. He didn't understand why an ordinary drug development failure would ferment and evolve into what it is now. I don't understand why my parents didn't explain it publicly, but instead chose the most extreme way to die.

These things were so intertwined that he couldn't even find a single exposed thread.

In just three weeks, he tortured himself at home, and received Song Yuanyuan's birthday party invitation, which was the only call from the people around him that he could feel at that time.

He was actually exhausted, his soul was out of his body, but he went anyway.

That day was a very important day for Song Yuanyuan. Every girl should have a perfect coming-of-age ceremony, with parents, friends, and loved ones.

At least that's what Song Yuanyuan told him.

Now that I think about it, I'm probably afraid that he doesn't want to go.

He didn't have a proper dress and neatly trimmed hair that day. He was pale and tired, like a prisoner at the end. At a beautifully packaged and luxurious birthday party, he was embarrassed like a joke.

Then he was ridiculed, humiliated, admired, pitied, crowded and noisy.

He even knew that his identity was sensitive, he didn't take the initiative to approach Song Yuanyuan, he didn't complain about himself and his parents, and he didn't beg for help from the elders he used to know.

He just sat quietly in the corner of the sofa in the hall, with his eyes down, listening to all the laughter and laughter numbly, staring at the layered diamond pattern on the floor in a daze.

Song Yuanyuan did not take the initiative to get close to him. As the protagonist of the coming-of-age ceremony, Song Yuanyuan has been surrounded by rich blessings.

Her makeup was exquisite, her dress was luxurious, and her cheeks blushed in the frequent compliments. On her index finger, she wore a sparkling rose gold ring.

There was a sweet smell brewing in the air, cheese cream mixed with various perfumes, and it invaded every corner, including the inconspicuous edge of the sofa where Li Rong was.

The moment the champagne was sprayed, the low-concentration alcohol poured down like a drizzle from top to bottom.

Song Yuanyuan screamed coquettishly: "I hate it, I got my clothes wet!"

"What a beautiful woman in the rain!"

"Happy birthday Song Yuanyuan, look at the camera!"

"Oh, who do you want to show me so much attention to the image?"

"Anyway . No... Hahahaha don't hit me, I didn't say anything!"

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As time passed by, Li Rong felt that this birthday party was long and boring, making people sleepy.