The Missing Groom

I married a stranger.

In the empty, silent room, the clock ticked steadily.

I stared at my pale makeup in the vanity mirror, expressionless as I combed my long black hair.

The stranger opened the door and picked up a lock of hair that had fallen to the floor.

I couldn't help but startle. I instinctively stood up, but the next moment, my legs gave way and I fell into the stranger's arms.

"Don't rush, A Chu. I'm here," the stranger said, holding me with deep affection.

But my name isn't A Chu.

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