I pursued Mo Xijun for eight years and loved her for eight years.
But a week before the wedding, I stumbled upon her diary.
Its elegant handwriting laid bare her deepest longing for another man, the indescribable pleasure of their first night together, and even the real reason she was marrying me.
After reading the last page, I quietly closed the diary and put it back where it belonged, then carried on playing along with her as if nothing had happened.
On the wedding day, when she saw that the groom walking onto the stage wasn't me, she completely lost her mind.
