At five thirty in the morning, my younger brother called. "Sis, the fortune-teller says your birth chart brings misfortune to your husband." "And?" "So... could you not come to my wedding today?" I held my phone and looked at the wedding bill for 300,000 yuan on the table. I smiled. "Sure." The wedding went ahead as planned. But when the emcee announced, "Please welcome the bride," every supplier turned toward the groom in unison. "Mr. Lin, please settle the remaining balance." 1 My phone jolted me awake while it was still dark. A streak of gray-white light came through the gap in the curtains and fell across the stack of wedding schedules on my bedside table. I squinted and reached for my phone. On the screen, my younger brother's
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