Among hundreds of wedding planning books and honeymoon travel plans, I was not the bride.
He anxiously glanced at Neil, who was almost out of sight, unbuttoned his suit and ran wildly on the street.
He rushed after his runaway bride at lightning speed.
After giving me the password to the wedding room, Barry didn't contact me for three days.
It was because he used the excuse of a meeting to accompany Neil on a trip to take wedding photos.
Meanwhile, he asked someone to swap my headshot with Neil's and photoshopped it into a wedding photo to appease me.
I decided to escape the marriage and continue my aid work in Alsatan, and it would take about two years to see my mother again.
Arriving at the sanatorium, I felt emotional.
It was because my mother, like Neil, blamed me for killing my father.
I sneaked out of the room, and the familiar laughter from inside hurt my heart, which should have been calm a long time ago.
"Barry, I hope you can take care of Neil now. You don't let her down!"
"Don't worry. Neil is my life, and I will never let her down forever!"
He made the same oath, but the person he was loyal to was no longer me.