Seven years ago, she sold her mother's jade bracelet anonymously for him to paint.
Seven years later, she painted his bride's eyebrows and lips with her own hands.
Forty minutes before the wedding, the groom locked the dressing room door.
"Take off her makeup," he said.
"You're crazy."
"Yeah. Seven years of madness."
As the ticket slips from the inner pocket of her suit, the truth about her sacrifice is torn away.
The bride called: "The wedding is cancelled. You don't have to pay back what you owe me."
He knelt in front of her: "I'm not here to get married."
"Then what are you here for?"
"I came to ask you for something."
——Me.
(Chasing the Crematorium of Wife · Jealousy · Reunion · All sugar and no abuse)
