He Waited for Me for Twelve Years with a Blood-Stained Marriage Certificate in His Hand

I opened a repair shop in the antique street, and one day I received a blood-stained marriage certificate from the Republic of China. The groom's name is Fu Chen, and the wedding date is tomorrow. The police officer who greeted me when I called the police took off his police hat, revealing a face that looked exactly like the one in the wedding photo. He took out another marriage certificate: "This one is yours. I have kept it for twelve years." "Why did you run away from the marriage?" He pressed me against the wall of the evidence room. The police siren at the murder scene outside the window was blaring, and he rubbed the birthmark on my wrist with his fingertips: "Your father used these hands to strangle my sister to death."