Seven years of youth, from school uniforms to wedding dresses, everyone knows how deeply I love Chi Yan.
The day I ran into him taking pictures with a marriage certificate with the impoverished student he supported, I was on my way to try on wedding dresses.
In the face of my questioning, he nonchalantly explained, "Xintong is about to die. Her only wish is to have a wedding before her funeral."
"Don't worry, the certificate is fake, we were just using the civil affairs bureau's scene for a photo."
After returning home, I took off the wedding ring on my hand and threw it into the toilet.
He bet with his friends that I would come back crying to beg him within three days.
Later, I posted on my Moments late at night, with a picture of a marriage certificate with someone else.
But Chi Yan went mad looking for me everywhere.
He stared at my hand interlocked with someone else's, eyes bloodshot, "Stop messing around, come back with me, okay?"
Hidden love, lost love, reunite. A short simple love story.