On my brother's wedding day, I helped him hold down the struggling groom.
"Brother, don't show off your face on your big day!" My friend put his stinky arms around my neck.
Only I know that the groom's bride died in a car accident long ago.
This ridiculous wedding originated from the "Satan Contract" I taught him: make a wish to the devil and exchange for the soul of his deceased wife to return for a month.
But I lied to him—I made the same wish when my wife died of illness.
During that month, I ate and talked with "her" every day, and I even felt the warmth of her fingertips.
Until my friend tore up the contract and shouted at me: "Wake up! There is no Satan in this world!"
I touched the contract in my pocket and smiled bitterly - his bride has not come back, and my "wife" is standing in the rain smiling at me.
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you