I hung up the phone without hesitation, broke off the phone card and threw it into the trash can.

I didn’t need George or the marriage certificate anymore.

I boarded the plane and went to another country.

And George waited in front of the City Hall and called me countless times.

But I never replied.

For some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of anxiety in his heart.

After waiting in vain for several hours at the City Hall, he hurried home to find his mother and asked her quickly, “Where is Rosa? Why didn’t she come to the City Hall? Does she still want to get a marriage certificate with me?”