Dressed As a Paranoid Beauty’s Rival

The praise of the crowd has turned into exclamation.

The classmates who also won the competition award on the podium were also confused when they saw such a situation. After all, they were still young. They watched Pei Yu at a loss and didn't know what to do.

Pei Yu's face was now blushing, his breathing was short, his stomach began to cramp, and Pei Yu even felt that his intestines were tangled together.

As his stomach turned and wriggled, an uncontrollable feeling of vomiting struck, he raised his head and looked at the panicked and frightened classmates in front of him.

Covering his lips with his hands, he staggered up and walked to the backstage.

He wanted to hide, he wanted to hide, he didn't want people to see his asthmatic, embarrassed, and helpless self.

Yun Qiao was the first to react at this time,

"elder brother!"

Yun Qiao quickly chased after him.

Pei Yu hid under the huge curtain behind the stage, out of breath, he collapsed to the ground, the little stars on the curtain blurred into his eyes.

He began to vomit uncontrollably, curled himself up, and his body began to twitch, spasm.

Fragments of memories buried deep in the past emerge.

Vomiting, difficulty breathing, mother's growl, coma.

The nightmare in his memory pulled him down, the uncontrollable vomiting became more and more serious, and the filth of unknown color covered him.

"Brother! How are you?"

Yun Qiao finally found Pei Yu.

Pei Yu is no longer a man now, his face is white, his black hair is messy, and even the white t he wears when he goes out is stained with filth.

He lay on the ground, face to the ground, eyes open, staring blankly ahead.

His chest rose and fell sharply, and he took short breaths.

His body and his consciousness have tended to separate.

Yun Qiao hurriedly stepped forward, pushed away Pei Yu's tightly imprisoned posture, let him lean on him, try to sit on the ground as flat as possible, and stretched out his hand to smooth his heaving chest.

Pei Yu twitched uncontrollably, sweating violently, wet hair, and his whole body seemed to be pulled out of water, and even his long eyelashes had condensed tears.

Yun Qiao has studied medicine for two years and has some common sense, but she really has no experience in emergency rescue. Looking at Pei Yu's current appearance, no matter how calm she is, she is a little panicked.

Feeling the sound of Pei Yu's breath that he was about to catch his breath, his body was also terribly cold.

Yun Qiao could only hug him and lean on him, his thick gasping sound was in his ears, Yun Qiao was afraid that he would lose consciousness, so he called out to him,

"Brother? Brother? Pei Yu? No matter how hard you are, Uncle Li will send the medicine right away."

"You'll be fine."

Pei Yu felt that someone was calling him, but the suffocation of lack of oxygen was pulling him down deeply.

He felt himself running in the dark, and a voice called to him.

Finally, his consciousness slowly woke up, and Pei Yu, who was leaning on Yun Qiao, opened his eyes,

Perhaps it was because he couldn't breathe. His eyes were wet from physiological tears, and his eyes were flushed red. His pale and thin fingers grasped Yun Qiao's clothes uncontrollably, panting for short periods of time.

He gritted his teeth, and the already obvious jaw line became more clearly visible with the strength of his muscles.

Pei Yu looked into Yun Qiao's eyes with a feeling that Yun Qiao could not understand.

Yun Qiao only felt shocked.

Finally, the people who realized it later came to their senses. They found Pei Yu and Yun Qiao and began to ask questions.

The air became more and more turbid, Pei Yu buried himself on Yun Qiao's shoulders and neck, and the fingers that were pulling Yun Qiao's clothes couldn't help clenching more and more tightly.

Yun Qiao knew that he didn't want people to see his complacent appearance, so she stretched out her hand to protect Pei Yu tightly.

A second before Pei Yu's consciousness disappeared, he heard Yun Qiao calling his name in a trance.

~~~

After a severe allergy, Pei Yu developed a fever.

The continuous low-grade fever made Pei Yu fall into a nightmare again.

The continuous heat wave swept Pei Yu. He was dragged into the darkness and fell slowly. I don't know if it was due to illness or memories. Pei Yu was deeply powerless, and he had no strength to move his fingers.

The memories that pierced into Pei Yu's mind could not make him sober, but instead accelerated his fall.

The beautiful and beautiful woman pinched his throat with both hands, the beautiful peach blossom eyes kept tears of Qing Lingling, and the wide eyes were full of resentment.

"you are useless"

"Your father went to another woman"

"I don't want you anymore"

Several scenes in the dream were transformed, and fragments were interspersed. When Pei Yu saw the woman, the woman's delicate face was like a fresh rose that was picked, withering quickly, and it was like withered.

She finally let go of Pei Yu, turned around and ran to the windowsill. In her dream, she was hysterical, with a sharp voice that almost pierced Pei Yu's eardrums.

"nobody wants you"

"I don't want you anymore"

The familiar feeling of suffocation, accompanied by the fear of the memory, slowly swallowed Pei Yu.

The boy's face became paler and paler, so white that there was no trace of blood, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in water. With the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, Pei Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

"Aha—"

He opened his eyes wide and stared at the ceiling in a daze, his pupils dilated as if he had lost his soul.

Yun Qiao was negotiating with the doctor outside the room, and when she heard Pei Yu's voice, she immediately opened the door and came in.

Seeing Pei Yu's sluggish and fragile appearance, Yun Qiao quickly wiped off his sweat with a white cotton handkerchief, and there was worry in her slightly twinkling eyes.

"How are you?"

He was panting so hard, Yun Qiao stroked Pei Yu's chest with the other hand, feeling his unease, soothed him one by one.

"Can you breathe, can I call a doctor for you?"

Pei Yu's consciousness slowly returned, and his scattered eyes slowly focused, and finally realized that the person who took care of him was Yun Qiao.

He suppressed the discomfort caused by the nightmare, avoided Yun Qiao's hand to wipe his sweat, turned his back to Yun Qiao, pulled the quilt to cover himself, leaving only the back of his head facing Yun Qiao.

His movements didn't care about his sickness at all. Seeing his hands tightly clutching the sheets, Yun Qiao couldn't help but say,

"Hey, be careful, you still have an indwelling needle in your hand!"

Self-esteem is still so strong.

Yun Qiao looked at his back and sat down against Chuan, to pull his curled up hand with an indwelling needle inserted.

The slender and white hands were a little cold, and the veins and veins on them were almost invisible, but several bruised eyes were pricked by the nurse, which were very obvious on the white porcelain-like skin.

Yun Qiao knew that he turned his back on him and mind that he lost his composure in front of everyone yesterday. Knowing that Pei Yu had strong self-esteem, he hesitated, but comforted,

"It's okay, you're just sick."

"Everyone gets sick."

"I know."

Pei Yu's voice was a little dry. He lowered his eyelashes and turned his back to Yun Qiao. He couldn't hear any other emotions. Reality and memory were intertwined. Pei Yu couldn't help covering his face, wanting to be more awake.

"I. Was I ugly yesterday?"

"?"

Yun Qiao didn't understand why Pei Yu asked this, but she still chose to appease his emotions.

"No, you are so beautiful, even if you are sick, you are still beautiful."

This time, Pei Yu didn't turn his back to Yun Qiao, but turned around. He opened his beautiful eyes and looked at Yun Qiao with his thick eyelashes trembling.

He was dressed in a wide hospital uniform, revealing his delicate collarbone and superior shoulder and neck line, but he was even more emaciated and pitiful.

Pei Yu opened Zhang Yanhong's lips, and looked carefully at Yun Qiao's body, which had been stained with filth that he had not had time to deal with, and exuded a faint smell.

His eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, shame crept into his heart, and his eyes slowly became wet and misty.

"lie"

No one will think that a person who has filth all over his body and can't act on his own is good-looking.

They just hate themselves like this.

Pei Yu's blushing lips trembled from the fever,

"No one likes me now, they all like you."

"Are you satisfied?"

Pei Yu didn't know what was wrong with him, his words were as sharp as thorns, pushing people out, and memories interspersed into his mind, his father's coldness, his mother's incompetence, and the servants' support made him almost incapacitated. breathe.

Everyone gradually fell in love with Yun Qiao, the teenager who inserted into his family.

Nobody likes him.

"I."

Yun Qiao didn't know how to explain Pei Yu's pain and convulsions now.

She knew in her heart that Pei Yu's mother died young and her father was partial. He grew up in an abnormal family, and he just lacked love too much.

Although.

His usual arrogant look doesn't seem to care about that at all.

But he's also just an unloved child.

"Cough-cough-cough-"

Perhaps it was because his emotions were too intense that Pei Yu began to have difficulty breathing again. His hands curled up and twitched. The indwelling needle pierced through the skin, making a big incision, and the bright red blood seeped out instantly and slid down his pale arm.

The convulsions in the stomach surged up, Pei Yu couldn't help pinching his throat, leaned against the bedside and vomited, he couldn't spit out anything, only some pale yellow liquid remained.

Yun Qiao was frightened, and quickly reached out to ring the bell on the bedside.

"No, don't get excited."

Pei Yu covered his mouth tightly with his hands, the skin cut by the sharp indwelling needle kept seeping blood, and the vomit flowed out of his fingers, mixed with the blood, and flowed onto the clean blue hospital gown.

When Pei Yu was conscious, he didn't want Yun Qiao to see his embarrassed appearance, so he started hysterical,

"Well—you go, I. I don't want to—"

The nurse pushed in the door, and Pei Yu was still very excited.

Yun Qiao looked at Pei Yu's stubborn appearance and could only compromise.

"Okay, I'm leaving, the nurse will take care of it."

Pei Yu covered his lips, and his consciousness was gradually blurred. He opened his eyes and stared blankly ahead, but he kept repeating, letting Yun Qiao go.

Yun Qiao had never been treated like this before. She looked at Pei Yu, even though she knew that Pei Yu was even more uncomfortable, she couldn't help but feel a sour nose, and warm liquid flowed out of her eyes.

"I'm staying here, it's really a bit redundant."