"Bride, are you willing to marry the groom and become his legal wife? From now on, you will never leave her, no matter how poor or rich you are."
Do I? I thought about it to myself and replied, "I do." Even if this person is very different from the person in my dreams, I have answered that I am willing. Think about how much marriage has to do with me.
After a tiring day, before he returned to his room, he opened the box that he had treasured so far. There were only seven letters inside, and the outsides were all kraft paper envelopes. Maybe they had beautiful envelopes before, but I changed them all to kraft paper for unified management. The reason is very simple, because they are all called memories, which have nothing to do with reality or life. There was nothing on the envelope, and the only thing that seemed mysterious about these things was the box. The mahogany box from the last century has mottled rust and no carvings. It is simple and plain. There is also a big lock hanging on it. This lock is a three-ring lock. It can be opened with a hammer. There is no difficulty or skill. This box must have been dug out of grandma's room by the person who wrote the first letter because he was afraid of being seen by others. But it is this kind of envelope and this kind of box that carry all the memories and bury all the fantasies.
This is how the story begins.