She left two years ago, before we had a chance to get our marriage license. All her belongings were sealed away forever along with her. But nobody knows that the couple's pajamas buried with her were mine. I kept hers and still wear them. My family asks if I've gained weight, since the loose pajamas have become skin-tight. They don't know that wearing them is the only way I can feel that she hasn't really left me. On the night of her funeral, I held her and cried for so, so long. It's been two years now, Wanwan. It gets cold down there, so make sure you don't kick off your blankets at night. I'll come keep you company as soon as I'm done here. In our next life, let's meet sooner. I'll give you the wedding we never had.
