On the night of my escape from the wedding, it rained heavily, so I drove my car on the national highway.
The rearview mirror suddenly hit a pale scene - a barefoot bride carrying her wedding dress was chasing a car.
"Stop! Please!" The screen of her mobile phone glowed dazzlingly in the rain.
I slammed on the brakes, and the sound of the pursuer's engines reached my ears as she fell into the passenger seat.
Later she became my mute roommate and taught me how to cook noodles using sticky notes.
Later, when we were admitted to the Military Intelligence Office together, she suddenly said in a combat meeting: "The coordinates are wrong."
When all the officers in the conference room froze, I smiled and raised my wedding ring:
"Re-acquaint yourself, this is my wife and chief intelligence analyst."
