Bai Mu didn't cry the day he was dismissed from the postgraduate entrance examination. She flipped through the list three times, then typed one line on her Weibo account and deleted another.
There is only one person following that account. My online name is Mumu. We have been chatting for two years but have never met in person. But he is the only person in the world who has seen her true face.
Make an appointment to meet on April 10th. She put on a white dress, curled her hair, and took a selfie in the mirror.
He didn't come.
Wait until the coffee is cold, wait until you can blacken him with your own hands. She called her mother: "Help me go on a blind date and I'll get married."
The man is a vegetable. She agreed. No need to pretend to be good, you still have monthly living expenses.
Until one day, she found a photo in her husband's old cell phone. On the broken screen, there is a white dress, loosely curled hair, and a mobile phone covering her face.
That was the photo she sent to Mumu.
And her husband, who was in a vegetative state, had just opened his eyes.
