Dream Love

Author: Wen Jiu Zhan Zhu Ma

I accidentally double-clicked the profile picture of the deceased Mr. Mcdreamy.

A sentence was shown after that. [I patted "Laurant Sherwood" on the shoulder and said, "Come into my arms, Darling."]

Five minutes later, Mr. Mcdreamy replied: [Won't your husband mind it?]

1

Not long before I graduated from college, I finally plucked up the courage to write a letter to Laurant to confess my love for him.

After waiting uneasily for a few days, I finally received a message from Laurant at night.

The meaning of the short message was ambiguous. [Come to my house?]

I knew that the invitation was too frivolous, but I still went to his house. I even changed into a sexy black dress that I never dared to wear.

On the way to his house, I felt excited as if I was floating in the air and stepping on clouds.

But when I pushed open the door of his house, I was stunned.

The men in the living room had already drunk a lot. They were all looking at me and there was an ambiguous light in their eyes.

Laurant leaned lazily against the bar counter with a glass of champagne between his slender fingers. His handsome face was in the shadows, looking elegant and cool.

A beautiful woman was standing on her tiptoes and leaning on his shoulder. She pointed her chin at me and said, "Lauri, is this your new girlfriend?"

Laurant sounded indifferent as he said, "She's a student working in the laboratory under the work-study program."

Yes, during my four years in college, I worked as his assistant in his laboratory. I was as quiet as a shadow behind him.

To have a secret crush on someone was like taking a chronic poison. It could silently seep into one's bones over the years.

In the end, I couldn't hold it back and confessed my feelings to him.

The beautiful woman looked me up and down and said with a meaningful smile, "Look at how she's dressed. Her intention doesn't seem to be as simple as a student's."

I stood under everyone's meaningful gazes and gripped the hem of my dress embarrassedly.

Laurant glanced at me casually and said, "Miss Frost, could you help me clean this place?"

Fine.

It turned out that he had asked me to come to his house just to help him clean up the mess after the wine party.

"Okay." Lowering my head, I rushed to the kitchen all in a fluster.

The woman seemed to have seen through my mind. I heard her say behind me, "She likes you."

The men laughed in chorus. They could see my clumsy feelings clearly.

A man joked with Laurant. "Now that the girl likes you so much, why don't you accept her?"

I felt too ashamed to show my face. I lowered my head and tried hard to wash the glasses, but my heart was beating wildly. Pricking up my ears, I listened nervously to the sounds outside the kitchen.

In the sound of running water, I vaguely heard Laurant sneer. "I never think about it."

The man laughed again and said, "The girl is very beautiful. You are even unwilling to be a cradle snatcher?"

Laurant asked slowly, "Who would love a disabled person?"

2

I didn't know how I left Laurant's house. I squatted at the roadside and cried for a long time.

Yes, my left ear was deaf, and my right ear couldn't hear very well. I had been wearing a hearing aid.

Was a disabled person not qualified to have a crush on someone?

My self-esteem was trampled on by Laurant. I swore to myself that I would stop having a crush on him.

During that time, I was in a very bad state. My brother was worried about me, so he came to my university to pick me up every day.

Since he came to my university many times, there was a rumor in my department that I was about to get married.

It was too ludicrous, but I didn't explain it to others.

After I was admitted to an Ivy League College, I went abroad.

I was away for five years. Then, my alma mater provided me with a position.

I was introduced back to my alma mater as a talent. When I moved to my new office, I found an old copy of the newspaper on the shelf.

The news about Laurant suddenly appeared before my eyes after I was away for five years.

The title of the authoritative report was offensive to the eye. [The famous young physicist, Laurant Sherwood, passed away at home at two o'clock in the morning. He died at the age of 32.]

The man in the black-and-white photo looked handsome and gentle, and there seemed to be a smile at the bottom of his eyes. However, the smile was remote and cold.

The student who was helping me move came over. "Well, isn't this Professor Sherwood?"

I felt cold all over, and my teeth chattered as I asked, "How... did he die?"

"He died of a disease." The student recalled and said, "It was said that in order to finish a research, he refused to be hospitalized and relied on medicine to survive for a few years."

I stared fixedly at the newspaper in my hand, and the student's voice gradually faded in my ear.

"About two years ago, Professor Sherwood successfully developed the living regenerative cochlea. He passed away a few days after that."

"Professor Frost, this office of yours used to be Professor Sherwood's. After he passed away, it was sealed."

The cochlear implant in my ear made a sharp sound for no reason. I covered my ears and said, "I see."

The student said nothing more about it. "We've carried everything up here. Call us if you need anything again."

When he went out, he closed the door gently.