You're Not Beautiful Anymore.

Right after, she then told her fans the good news in the group chat.

After all, there had been no news of her since the last announcement of this audition. Many fans were afraid that she may failed.

Since Julia had always been self—reliance, her fans directly named her "Sweetie Stone".

Not to mention, it sounded pretty cute.

The group exploded, and all kinds of praises could be seen.

"Our Sweetie Stone is great! Our Sweetie Stone can actually act in a drama with a first—rate male star now."

"Sweetie Stone is sitting on a rocket this time! We Sweetie Stone fans are overly excited!"

"Sweetie Stone must send more selfies to the group! We want to see the life photos of the Goddess!"

"Our Sweetie Stone is the best. Elder Sister is so comforted that my tears are falling down my cheek."

"Our Sweetie Stone has suffered so much for long, and she finally begin to walk the path of flowers. Wow, great!"

Lucas also got the news of her audition today and he sent her several messages through Facebook.

Lucas: ["I saw the audition list. There are a lot of good actors in it. You are not the most qualified or experienced. It's normal if you do not get this role."]

Lucas: ["I also have a few scenes to be filmed. I've talked to the director. You can audition for the second and third female character."]

Lucas: ["Everything needs a process. Take your time."]

Lucas: [There will be a day when rotten wood will be carved into wood."]

Julia had a question mark on her forehead, how could she be a piece of trash in his eyes!

He had just praised her for being sensible yesterday, but he had changed sharply today.

Julia: ["Lucas, which school did you graduate from?"]

Julia: ["The one you hate has already reached the postdoctoral level!"]

Lucas, who was holding his phone, did not know what he had said wrong.

Julia knew that Lucas still felt that she was incompetent. He did not have any hope towards her and felt that she could do nothing.

Last time, the fourth girl role she acted in ancient costume was outstanding but he only felt that she was lucky enough to encounter a character that suited her much, which was the reason why she was able to act brilliantly and stunningly.

Everyone felt that she couldn't do it and directly ignored her hard work and persistence.

From the bottom of their heart, Julia's ability couldn't even catch the least pace of a professional actor.

Lucas was not the only one who had such thoughts.

Only Julia knew how hard she was trying to get the role.

'Clumsy birds made up for their weaknesses by flying first.'

She took this sentence as her motto. She slept very late and got up very early every day. It could be said that when she slept, she was studying her role in her dream. This time, she really wanted to change herself.

In the first half of her youth, she had always regarded Ford as her only dream.

For this illusory dream, she stumbled all the way, did many wrong things, and became an artist in a daze.

In those two years, she was incompetent, loose, and didn't care about others comments. No matter what bad words were said to her, she just didn't pay attention and let them do as they say. She only focused on Ford and never tried to argue for herself.

The public was accustomed to her being a king of black news, so they continued to casually make bad comments on her and wantonly fabricated some fake bad things to pin on her. But she never show any care at all.

Yes, she only cared about the people she really cared about, not the people who cared about her.

However, it was these people that she did not care about that had the most eager expectations of her.

They simply wanted her to shine and to be fine.

So, in the middle of her youth, she woke up in time. Fortunately, it wasn't too late.

She had no reason to disappoint their expectations, and she should be dazzling, becoming the shining star to illuminate these tiny cares.

No matter how hard and tiring this path was, she would do her best to make herself a ray of light. Then, she would stand on a higher and bigger stage and loudly tell the Sweetie Stone fans, "You won the bet!"

She also believed that this day would not be far off.

....

In the evening, Julia finished her meal, washed up, and lay on the bed to see if there was any new information on her phone. And there was a message from Mark.

Mark: ["Sister, are your legs better?"]

Julia: ["I'm fine. I don't think I'll have to use sticks tomorrow."

Mark: ["I really want to see you, but I can't leave today because I have to record a new song. It's a pity."

Julia: ["It's really fine. You just focus on your work."]

Mark looked at the message repeatedly. His fingertips rubbed the screen frequently. He was a half—playful person who entered the entertainment circle. It could be said that the profit from him being a star was less than one ten—thousandth of the Lewis' assets.

He entered the circle completely in order to get along with his sister. Although his voice was like the sound of God, he hadn't produced one song in a year. The recording was just to disguise himself and served as an opportunity to be with his sister.

There was a knocked on the door and the butler asked, "Young Master, are you convenient now?"

Mark put down his phone and said softly, "Come in."

After the butler came in, the room was still lit with dark red light. The youth's bangs were not combed and was covering his eyes. He looked dark and gloomy.

The butler then spoke, "Miss Eva is sick again."

Mark listened expressionlessly, his slender fingers fiddling with the picture frame on the table. After a moment, he said, "Alright."

The door to the basement opened, and a ray of light penetrated in, but the door was immediately closed.

The moment Mark entered the darkness, his docile and harmless eyes instantly turned cold and thin.

Eva's entire body was drenched, and she didn't have any strength. She was dizzy and it was as if there were many figures in front of her, and she couldn't distinguish Mark's outline.

Mark slowly squatted down in front of her and gently pushed away her sweaty hair with his fingertips. "You seem to be feeling very uncomfortable," he said softly.

Eva wanted to open her mouth, but she could not say anything. She could only nod randomly. She felt as if there was a fire burning in her throat, dry and painful.

Under the cold night lamp, Mark's exquisite face had a trace of weakness, making him look too innocent.

He tilted his head and said in a cold voice, "What's wrong with you?"

His words were slowly grinding, and the vague malice in his body could not be concealed.

He seemed to see the light that had tortured him for a long time dropped down and he looked down like a fallen god.

He didn't touch her any further. He thought It was dirty.

After a long while, the girl lying on the ground gradually became quiet, she fainted. Mark watched this scene coldly.

What a sorry state. The mud stuck to her fair skin, and her originally pretty eyes became dumbfounded like withering leaves.

He curved his lips coldly, stretched out his fingers with pity, and wiped away the mud from the corner of her eyes.

"How poor you are." His voice was soft and cold. "You're not beautiful anymore."

In the next second, his gaze changed again. It was different from the innocence or darkness in the past, and was a kind of disgust from the bones of his body.

"I won, you lost."

Mark's eyes turned a little red, and his lips curled, his expression were cold.

....

After Julia finished replying messages, she flipped through her friend circle in Facebook. When her phone suddenly rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and she pressed to answer it.

On the other end of the phone, Jeffrey's voice sounded.

She could clearly hear him asked anxiously, "Miss ... Miss Green, are you home?"