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On the eve of the wedding, I found a spreadsheet on Lucas' computer.
It was full of information about all the girls he had dated.
My message was: [Good character, suitable for marriage. ]
As for my first love, I said: [You are a bird, destined to soar proudly in the distant sky. ]
He said he would never marry her.
Because being his wife meant cooking three meals a day, raising children, and serving his parents.
He couldn't bear to see her do this.
I didn't yell or make a riot.
Instead, I returned to the TV station and applied to become a war correspondent in Africa again.
If it weren't for Lucas' face that looked like my first love, I wouldn't be with him.
And now, I'm going back to Africa to find the person I lost.

My Boyfriend Wants To Marry Me For His First Love

My search for Lucas's remains yielded no results.


But it had been night, and I had no idea which direction I had run.


I started documenting Lucas's story, bit by bit, on my Twitter.


Many details, after three years, had become fuzzy.


Initially, I only did this out of fear that with the passage of time, I would forget even more.


But unexpectedly, the posts went viral.


An overwhelming flood of comments, all wanting to know more about his story.


Someone said: "That old-school work ethic ingrained in their bones, they can create a garden anywhere."


Some of his former patients recognized him.


"Dr. Sterling was truly wonderful. When my mom was sick and a bit confused, he always spoke to her patiently, never showing any frustration."


Chapter 37