Today's farce made me even forget my own birthday.
But he still remembered it. Even though it sounded a little rustic, I felt his sincerity and I liked it very much.
As for Cornell, every year on my birthday, he would just pick up a brush and paint the words "Happy Birthday", not even mentioning my name.
"My painting and writing have collection value." He explained every time. "If I put your name on them, no one will be willing to collect them."
This year, he simply said, "I’m too busy preparing for the wedding, so I don't have time celebrating your birthday."
However, the so-called preparations for a wedding, I tried over twenty stores alone to choose a wedding dress.
I compared over thirty quotations to book a hotel.
I stayed up the whole night writing more than 300 handwritten letters to send out the invitations.
The only thing he participated in was when I tried on the main veil. He barely spared five minutes to come over, but he kept staring at his watch the whole time.
It turned out that he didn't love me and there had been signs of it all along.
My heart suddenly tightened, then I quickly raised my head and blinked.