I thought of a thousand ways to safely prevent her from going to church, but I had the courage but not the courage...
She never expected that in the end she would not be able to go to church, get married, or spend her honeymoon with him...
Her plane crashed...
When I traveled through mountains and rivers to find her, she was wearing a white hospital gown, sitting there quietly in a daze. It was a tranquility that I had never seen in her before. The tranquility revealed her confusion and helplessness, and the tranquility made me feel bad...
She has lost her memory, she cannot see...
He is dead...
PS: A short and boring article
Intention: love