The wedding had reached the moment when we were supposed to exchange rings.
My husband suddenly said we should pause for five minutes.
Then he turned and dropped to one knee before his first love. “Yinyin, I once promised I’d propose to you in front of everyone. So if there is a next life, will you marry me?”
Liu Yinyin covered her mouth and nodded, then threw herself into my husband’s arms, crying. Turning to me, she said, “Sister Ranran, even though I can’t marry Brother Shichen in this life, I hope you’ll take good care of him for me.”
