When my best friend practically forced me into a blind date, I knocked over my coffee.
Across from me sat Cheng Xiao, my senior from college whom I hadn’t seen in ten years, dressed in a sharp suit. “Nervous?”
He took out a diamond ring and slid it across the table. “Since we’re both being forced into this, why don’t we get married?”
For some reason, I said yes.
After we married, he was thoughtful and attentive, but never said he loved me.
That is, until I found his high school diary. My name filled the yellowed pages.
The final page was written in fresh ink: “She finally married me.”
