A week before the wedding, Shen Jichuan began going on frequent business trips.
He’d promised we’d go together to rehearse at the wedding venue, but he stood me up.
He felt so guilty that he spent the whole morning calling to comfort me.
“Don’t go out today. It’s windy.”
“Wait until I get back, and I’ll go with you, okay?”
But I was already there.
And I saw him, too.
I had no time to wonder whether this was Shen Jichuan’s surprise for me.
I watched him stand with his arms spread wide amid a sea of purple roses, the venue all decorated.
The next second, a girl in a wedding dress threw herself into his arms.
Before she could even take his hand, he pulled her close and kissed her passionately.
“Don’t you feel embarrassed? So many people are watching…”
From not far away, I watched Shen Jichuan look around.
A few seconds later, he dropped his guard and swept the girl into his arms:
“Sweet Song Song, you just said you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”
“Does your waist not hurt now?”
