Three days before our wedding, Gu Xingzhou left my grandmother, who had dementia, stranded on the highway. By the time I got there, she had been killed in a car accident. As I held her mangled body in the hospital and fell apart, the trending topics were full of stories about President Gu running red lights and speeding to meet his childhood sweetheart out of love. Three days later, our wedding became a funeral. I laid my grandmother to rest alone. Gu Xingzhou followed behind me, dropping to his knees with every step and begging me to look at him one last time.
