Missing Groom

I married a stranger. In the empty and silent room, the clock ticked. I looked at the extremely pale makeup in the dressing mirror and combed my long black hair expressionlessly. The stranger opened the door and picked up the long hair that had fallen to the ground. I couldn't help but feel startled, and subconsciously stood up, but the next second, my legs and feet were weak and I fell into the arms of a stranger. "Don't worry, Ah Chu, I'm here." The stranger hugged me very affectionately. But my name is not Achu. Intention: Let's start from the beginning