Ch. Forgot what 6 Forgot what 6

**6** 

During the day, I wandered the streets. 

At night, as soon as it got dark, I’d return to the hotel to sleep. 

I stayed at the hotel for a week, but Mom still hadn’t called me back. 

I was out of money. 

I sent Mom a SnapChat message. 

I found out she had blocked me. 

At noon, as I sat in the hotel lobby, spacing out. 

I saw a striking couple from afar, standing at the entrance of the indoor garden. 

The man was tall and well-built, his back to me, so I could only see his broad, straight 

shoulders. 

The woman had an hourglass figure, wearing an elegant long dress, her small face tilted 

up, smiling at the man. 

But I could only see half of her profile. 

I shook my head, wanting to see more clearly. 

But these past few days, I always had a headache, and things looked like they were seen through a fog. 

It only made the scene in front of me more atmospheric. 

I picked up my phone and captured this beautiful moment. 

But I forgot to turn off the flash, and the shutter sound was turned up to maximum. 

They quickly noticed me. 

The man’s jawline seemed to tighten. 

His gaze towards me was very hostile. 

I saw the two of them walking towards me, and I became so restless I couldn’t sit still. 

Until Christian and Willow stood over me, looking down. 

“Lily, what are you doing here?” Christian’s voice was still very cold. 

I looked at Willow, too scared to speak. 

Christian held out his long hand: 

“Give me your phone.” 

I nervously handed my phone to him. 

It was strange, he actually knew my password. 

Even I didn’t know what my six-digit password meant. 

I thought through everyone’s birthdays in my family, but none of them matched. 

Christian pulled up the photo, his eyes dangerously narrowed: 

“Why were you secretly taking pictures? Lily, what do you want to do to Willow? Are you trying to hurt her again?” 

I shook my head frantically, so nervous I almost cried: 

“No, I didn’t.” 

I knew Willow was better than me. 

I was so ordinary, so I never thought about competing with her for anything. 

But Mom said I once appeared at Willow’s new show premiere, dressed elaborately. 

A reporter said that Willow and I looked alike, but our temperaments were completely 

different. 

Willow was pure and refined. 

While I was seen as spirited and innocent, almost too good for this world. 

They said I had a wider range of roles. 

So, the lead role Willow had secured suddenly changed hands. 

In the end, I didn’t get to play it either. 

But Willow lost her chance to join the ranks of A-list actresses. 

That’s why Willow hated me, hated me for deliberately stealing the spotlight, for not wanting her to succeed. 

No matter how I explained, no one believed me. 

That day, I wasn’t trying to steal Willow’s glory. I just wanted to witness her success. 

I spent all my pocket money to rent an expensive gown, just so I wouldn’t embarrass 

Willow. 

Unexpectedly, it only made Willow look overshadowed. 

I really didn’t mean to. 

But no one believed me. 

Those days, everyone was against me. My family took turns expressing their disappointment. 

It was suffocating. 

Like a nightmare. 

I never wanted to experience that again. 

“Please believe me, I didn’t.” I helplessly clutched Christian’s sleeve, pleading. 

He frowned and said: 

“Lily, are you still faking it? You didn’t really lose your memory, did you?” 

“I don’t know, I don’t know if I’ve lost my memory, please believe me!” 

My memory was broken. 

Some things I remembered, some I’d forgotten. 

Yesterday 

But what I’d forgotten, I truly didn’t remember. 

Christian shook his phone, a scornful smile playing on his lips: 

“Then tell me, why did you photograph Willow and me? Wasn’t it to sell to the media and ruin Willow’s career?” 

His gaze was so disdainful, like he was looking at a rat in a sewer. 

I instinctively felt so cheap, so pathetic. 

As if I had truly done something shameful. 

I started crying, lowering my head to look at my toes: 

“I’m sorry, I just thought you two looked so good together, totally shippable… You stood together, like something out of a fairy tale.” 

Christian’s hand, which was gripping mine, suddenly stiffened. 

“What did you say?” 

His cold, dark eyes seemed to tremble violently.