Chapter 21
The day before the wedding, for some reason, I felt aspecially anxious.
A massage popped up in the group chat on my phone: “Are you still going through with the wedding tomorrow? Give us
bros a straight answer.”
“Yeah, we’re even going to watch the show and record Emily’s reaction. It’s bound to be opic.”
I kept turning my phone on and off, but Emily hadn’t sent a single massage,
I was feeling increasingly agitated.
I sent a message to the group: “Before the wedding, is it normal for the bride not to contact the groom?”
“Bro, none of us have ever been married. How would we know?”
“But generally speaking, she’d probably be too excited to sleep, video calling you to whisper sweet nothings, right?” “Not necessarily. What if she’s shy?”
“James, the way you’re asking, you do want to get married tomorrow, right?”
Do 12
All the things Emily and I had done together recently kapt flashing through my mind.
My heart skipped a beat.
A very clear voice told me that I wanted to marry her
I wasn’t just fooling around.
I was serious.
After all, I had truly given my heart for so many years.
I wanted to see her wearing loose pajamas, hugging her knees on the carpat while watching a movie. Occasionally, she would turn to look at me, her eyes full of tenderness and dependence.
I also wanted to see her pouting and saying, “I don’t know how to cook. Can you help me, please?” Seeing her adorable expression, I would smile and walk over to wrap my arms around her waist from behind.
At night, before going to sloop, while horsing around in bed, I would softly whisper sweet words into Emily’s oor. Her face would immediately turn bright red. “You jerk!” Emily would playfully punch my choct. But I knew she was happy
In my imagined future, Emily was like a vibrant, adorable little sprite always around me. Her smiles, her coquettish behavior, her shyness all made my heart flutter.
In our shared home.
I wanted to be with her forever and always.
Thinking of this, I called her, but the prompt said her phone was turned off
Something felt off.
I asked in the group chat, and they said she might have gone to sleep early because she was tired. After all, a wedding is a
big undertaking
Maybe that’s it.
I posted in the group
“I’m getting married tomorrow. Not one of you better not show up.”
“No wedding escape, huh, bro?”
“Come on. James was just joking. How could he really not go through with it? Wouldn’t that be losing face?”
I turned off my phone, imagining how Emily would look in her wedding dress. She must be beautiful
It’s just a shame that the custom–made wedding dress was ruined.
But it doesn’t matter. No matter what she wears, she’ll be the most beautiful brido
Ithought, from now on, I’ll put aside those little thoughts and discontentment, and live a good life with hor.
