"Young man, the Civil Affairs Bureau is off work. Isn't your fiancée here yet?" The staff member's voice sounded next to Song Yanze. He clenched the marriage application form in his hand, smiled bitterly, then stood up and left with his stiff body. When passing by the trash can at the door, he tore up the marriage application form, threw away the withered roses, and threw away the carefully prepared wedding candies. The staff whispered: "This young man is so pitiful. He came early in the morning and waited all day! It seems that he will not get married." "You don't know that his fiancée came in the morning. When he was about to sign, he answered the phone and ran away in a hurry!" He took out his mobile phone and replied to the message he had been waiting for for a long time. "I'm going to take up my post." The other person quickly replied: "Aren't you going to get married? You love your fiancée so much, are you sure you want to leave?" Song Yanze looked firm: "Sure, we're not getting married!"
