Chapter 1 — Love From Silk Scarf

My online lover has fetishism. He bought me a lot of silk dresses and comforted me: 【My baby will definitely look beautiful in these, like a princess.】 【Baby, can you send me a photo? I really want to look.】 But I'm a sports student, my skin is tanned, and the silk clothes I wear look extremely out of place. There was no other way, so I asked my best friend who studied ballet to wear a dress and take a photo. The online lover was immediately amazed by that beauty: 【Baby, you're so beautiful! I really want to meet you right away!】 I completely lost all intention of meeting, and soon took the initiative to break up. Not long after, the school organized a fundraiser. I grabbed all the old clothes I never wore and brought them to the donation point. The senior in charge of registration looked at the dresses in my hand, frowned and asked:

“Who are you?”

“My girlfriend's things, why are they at your place?”

01 The donation point had people coming and going, everywhere was extremely noisy. But I still clearly heard the other person's voice, my body suddenly stiffened:

“What?”

The male student looked at me:

"I said these are my girlfriend's dresses. I recognize them, they were all given to me. Why are they at your place?"

Seeing that I didn't answer, he frowned even more:

"Have you gotten her consent? Does she have the heart to donate the items I gave her?"

Is there anything you can't bear? Anyway, I will never be able to wear it. I observed the person in front of me. Handsome, cold, indifferent, completely different from what I had imagined. A person online who is both clingy and likes to act like a babe, but in real life has such a cold and distant appearance. But when you think about it, it's true, falling in love online is like opening a blind box. Am I completely unlike the type of person you like?

“Tieu Mong, aren't you done yet?”

While the two sides were struggling, a close friend's voice rang out from behind. She wore a white dress and her hair was braided extremely beautifully. She walked out from behind the door like a princess, immediately attracting everyone's eyes. Including the male students who have always been cold towards me from the beginning until now. He looked at my best friend, his lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. My best friend realized that and asked me in a low voice:

“Who is he?”

I calmly replied:

“Maybe your boyfriend.”

The male student stood up straight, seemingly a bit nervous:

"We've been in love online for a long time, but we've never met in person..."

My best friend said "oh" without changing his expression:

“Sorry, I don't remember.”

02 The male student was a bit stunned, his expression a bit sad:

“I know you said goodbye, but it's not so much that you don't want to admit we used to love each other, right?”

“You misunderstood.”

My best friend said:

“Half a month ago I fell and hit my head, there are some things I can't remember, including you.”

This time the male student was stunned longer, even turning to look at me as if to confirm. I nodded:

“He fell and hit his head while skiing and lost his memory after the injury.”

Hearing that, the male student felt a bit heartbroken:

"No wonder you don't accept my friend request. It turns out you've forgotten me."

I lowered my eyes, remembering the countless friend requests in the phone book. Old account, new account, layer by layer in the new friends section. But the person who makes you so stubborn is not me.

"It's okay, it's okay to forget. Can we start from the beginning?"

The male student took out his phone:

“Can we make friends first?”

My best friend hesitated for a moment then took his phone to scan his QR code. The male student looked at the new contact on the phone and asked somewhat suspiciously:

“Baby, did you change your WeChat account too?”

“My previous profile picture and nickname are not the same as they are now.”

03 My heart clenched, instinctively feeling that this was a loophole that was about to cause everything to be revealed. But my best friend naturally replied:

“I lost my memory, I forgot many passwords, I couldn't log in, so I could only register a new account.”

There is reason and evidence, completely consistent with the actual situation. I breathed a sigh of relief, I didn't even have to help her make it up anymore. The male student nodded, his eyes looking at my best friend extremely gently:

"It's almost noon, can we go eat together?"

He has an extremely handsome appearance. When you look at someone with such deep eyes, almost no one can refuse. My best friend nodded in agreement, her cheeks slightly red.

"And these clothes, can you please not donate them? Tell your friends to help bring them home."

Finally, the male student looked at me:

“These clothes mean a lot to us. I think if she still remembers, she definitely won't have the heart to donate them.”

But actually, the only meaning of these clothes is to make me feel awkward and self-conscious. I'm just sorry you never understood. That night, my best friend did not return to the dormitory. Rumors about the two also quickly spread throughout the school. Even when buying rice in the canteen, I can hear people talking about them:

"Is Bui Than really in love? He's always been so picky, what is his girlfriend's background?"

"To be worthy of Master Bui, of course she must be the beauty of the academy. I heard she is a student at the Dance Academy, just transferred here after the two schools merged."