I smiled and nodded almost without hesitation.
We were both orphans and had long recognized each other.
Even though he had already guessed that I would agree, Christian still happily held me in his arms and spun me around several times while saying, "I finally married My Baby!"
Unexpectedly, on the eve of our wedding, Christian suddenly received an urgent mission.
He had always been responsible and accountable. Before changing clothes and leaving with a frown, he tightly held my hand and promised. "Yasmin, I will definitely come back the day after tomorrow. We will get our marriage certificate the day after tomorrow at the latest!"
I had been waiting for him in my wedding dress.
But day after day, I became more and more frustrated.
Half a month later, the terrible news came that he had died in the line of duty, with no remains left.
In these three years, I would always wake up from my dreams.
I dreamed that Christian was blown away by a bomb and he was calling my name just a second before he died, then he drowned in the water. I tried to save him but could not catch him no matter what.