Kisses Taste Like Lemon

Short story On my wedding day, the groom ran away. The arch-enemies were sitting in the guest seats laughing their heads off. I carried the hem of my wedding dress and walked up to him, pretending to complain and call him coquettishly: "My dear, have you had enough fun? The ceremony is about to begin." His cynical smile faded for a moment. I knew it must be his fault that the groom couldn't be there. In order to retaliate against him, I blocked happiness for the rest of my life, but I didn't notice the flash of joy in his eyes. Intention: For a better future, be invincible.