"Miss, the Civil Affairs Bureau is already closed. Has your fiancé still not arrived?"
A staff member's voice came from beside Song Yanyan.
She tightened her grip on the marriage application form and smiled bitterly. Then, supporting herself with stiff limbs, she stood up and left.
Passing the trash can by the entrance, she tore up the application form, pulled off her veil, and threw away the wedding candies she had prepared so carefully.
The staff members whispered among themselves, "That girl got here first thing this morning and waited all day. What a pity! Looks like she won't be getting married after all."
Song Yanyan took out her phone and replied to the message that had been waiting for her so long.
