When Shen Ji received the invitation, there were still thirty-seven days before the wedding.
The bride is the last person he should lose in his life. The groom was his best brother and the one who ruined everything for him three years ago. On the invitation, the words "Gu Hansheng" were written with great force, as if to prevent him from forgetting who he once was.
Three years ago, he was the provincial champion and a genius in the Department of Finance, and the prototype fund under his name was valued at over 100 million. Three years later, he delivered food, worked as a driver, and carried corpses in a funeral home. He lived in a cubicle in a village in the city with a monthly rent of 600 yuan. Next door lived a painting girl who could not speak. She put a cup of soy milk at his door every morning. He thought this would be it for the rest of his life. Until he walked into the top-floor office of the Lu Group with a USB flash drive and said "I want you to marry me" to the most troublesome woman in the capital. Until he discovered that Bai Yueguang married into an enemy's family to steal evidence, that the witch's fiancée's family elder was also behind the scenes, and that the girl next door who never spoke drew all the important moments in his life with post-it notes.
A wedding turned into a reckoning, and three years of dormancy gave way to three bells.
Someone wore a blood-stained wedding dress and fell into his arms and said "I never blamed you." Someone peeled off chocolate and put it in his palm in the hospital corridor. Someone drew two people in suits standing on the steps of the church at the door of the rental house at four o'clock in the morning.
They lived through his funeral. He lived to be their answer.
