That night, I was Jing He’s bride to be married. Wearing a bright red dragging long skirt. Independent against the wind. The tulle fluttered, the skirt angle fluttered, like a burning fire, wrapped around my icy body that was gradually disappointed.

At 19 o’clock, at the appointed time, Jing He didn’t come in person. Outside the window is a dying rose, like my hopeless love.

He will not come. The smoke color said, rain fell, Jing He is a good man. But, he does not belong to you.

No, he will definitely come. I screamed, turned around, and a voluptuous woman stood in the mirror. Thick black hair poured down. Glowing like a waterfall. Eyes circulate, charming and charming. The blush is rich, but it can’t hide the haggard complexion. The corners of lips are also blood-red like wounds. Ten fingers are slender, lifting up the falling hair, there will be a wave of Dancome shadows, blooming like flowers. Jing He didn’t know that there were two little pills hidden in my fingertips, one deep red and one white. Related to life and death.
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The clock next to the mirror, the hour hand is thin and sharp, was nailed to the cross, and it was mechanically and seldom circling. Ticking. Ticking. It sounded like the coffin deep in the grave was cracking and rotting.

At half past nine, the corridor was lonely. The wedding dress seemed to shrunk and stuck to the body, tightly binding the skin and my cold soul. The dangling lights burned my long-searched eyes. So, I turned off the light, and let darkness flow, drowning out hope. Sitting barefoot on the balcony, bone cold. Embrace yourself with your arms crossed. Still hesitant and helpless.

Did my beloved man forget his promise? Or, my humble request, stepped on his feet relentlessly?

I love you so much. Jing He, why do you refuse to marry me as my wife?

The sleeves and the children in her stomach are always my responsibility. I can’t be sorry for them.

I swear I will never hurt my sleeves. As long as you agree, I love you silently. When you are sad, think of me occasionally. enough. Rolling flowery lips, kissed the cold with a rose fragrance.

In a flash, the ice melted and the flowers bloomed.

Jing He embraced me into my arms, calling low, rain falling, rain falling, my stupid girl, how can you be so forgiving. Is it lucky or a disaster to meet you?

My wet lips blocked his whisper, tightly entangled. For a moment, the rose lost its color, and there was only the ambiguous spread between heaven and earth…

Curling on the warm arm, I burst into tears. Jinghe, for you, I am willing to bear the infamy of the third party and fall into hell on earth.

I first met Jinghe in the back garden of the hospital.