On the day I received the wedding invitation, I conveniently reserved my own cemetery. My best friend laughed at me for being too pessimistic: "It's just my ex's wedding, isn't it?" She didn't know that the medical report attached to the invitation showed that I only had three months left to live. I smiled and gave blessings at the wedding, but during the bouquet toss, I suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground. I vaguely heard someone shouting my name like crazy. When he woke up, the attending doctor was shocked: "All the cancer cells in your body... Have disappeared." Outside the ward, the groom held the blood-stained bouquet with paranoid eyes: "Now you can always look at me alone."
