The town is not big, the roads are wide and there are few cars, and the streets and alleys are full of coleus.
Desperate love. On the bus, the woman looked at the coleus all over the ground and said to herself: "After all these years, this city is still the same...".
The man put his hand on the woman's head and rubbed it gently, "Xiaoju, what are you thinking about? It's hard to come back."
"Tsk, bad luck... It's nothing, I just remembered some things from the past." The woman smiled, turned her head and raised her hand to take the man's hand off her head. The man stretched out his other hand to gently stop the woman, and rubbed her head more lovingly.
The woman was petite by birth, and had a harmless baby face. She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. But who would have thought that this was a middle-aged woman with a history of autism for more than thirty years? Yes, a woman is born with autism. It's not serious, but it's enough to make her an alien in the eyes of a teenage child. At this time, the doting man next to her was her husband, a man who had liked her and taken care of her since he was a teenager.
But, it was never him she loved. And he has always known...
Today is her wedding.