I Personally Sent Her to the Wedding

"I want to pursue Gu Wan. But if you still like her, I won't pursue you." The best brother in high school stood in front of him, waiting for an answer. Lu Chi was silent for a whole cigarette. Then he said, "I don't like her." He lied to Zhou Yan. I also lied to myself. The letter hidden in the middle of the notebook with the wrong title was written from late spring to midsummer, from the age of seventeen to the age of twenty-seven, but he never sent it out. Ten years later, she is the design director of Party A and he is the architect of Party B. She sat across the conference table and glanced at him: "Gong Lu, have you brought the plan?" She wore a ring on her ring finger - a gift from his best brother. The wedding is three months away. And he was the best man. On the eve of the wedding, she learned the truth. She stood in front of him in her wedding dress, her eyes so red that they were about to bleed: "Lu Chi, let me ask you one last time - do you like me or not?" He was silent for a long time. Then he said, "I don't like it." He personally brought her to the wedding. Then in the locker room, I stuffed the letter from ten years ago into the shredder.