On the wedding day, my sister cried and said she couldn't bear to leave me, so she secretly changed my necklace.
That necklace was the only relic left to me by my grandma before she died.
After the wedding, my fiancé admitted with a sneer that he only married me because I looked like his dead White Moonlight.
The moment I was hit by a car, I finally realized that I deserved to die.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the night before the wedding.
This time, I laughed.
Tomorrow, you all have to cry and kneel down for me.
