A week before the wedding, I passed out in the fitting room and woke up forgetting about my fiancé.
The doctor said this was stress-induced amnesia, most likely due to pre-marital anxiety.
My best friend scolded me with red eyes: "How many men like Zhou Xu are there in the city? Don't be confused!"
I lowered my head and brushed my old phone that had been restored to factory settings, and suddenly a scheduled memo from three years ago popped up:
"If one day you are carried away by 'happiness' and want to get married - run away!!!"
In the dark reflection of the screen, the woman wearing a million-dollar wedding dress was showing me a standard but unfamiliar smile.
Purpose: I would rather bear the reputation of being "competitive", "crazy" and "selfish", but also want to regain the right to narrate my life.