It took me six years to be good enough to stand in front of him.
It took another six years to become the best friend of the opposite sex among his work partners.
Everyone thought we would be together sooner or later, including me.
Until his wedding invitation was handed to me, there was an unfamiliar name in the bride column.
He smiled and hit me on the shoulder: "Why are you standing there stunned? You have to call me godmother from now on!"
I looked down at the names side by side on the invitation and my breath froze.
Suddenly I remembered that when I was eighteen years old, he blocked the love letter he handed me and said with a playful smile: "No one can steal this person from me."
It turns out that some scripts have the wrong characters from the beginning.
Intention: Look forward
