Goodbye was at my best friend's wedding,
Zhong Yi looked at the man in front of him carefully. He was in a straight suit, holding champagne just right on his slender fingertips. He had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the tip of his nose, which made him look much more refined. He no longer looked like a programmer that Zhong Yi had disliked in the first place.
Regardless, we missed it after all.
Intention: Not in the true sense of marriage first, love later