"You are a gentleman. Why do you always ask me whether I love you? I'm going to marry you.
"Don't make a scene. The wedding will start in an hour. Stop being angry."
Daisy coaxed me for a long time. She kissed and hugged me, saying that I was handsome today and that the wedding planner I hired was capable. But she didn't answer the question of whether she loved me.
"Stop."
I gave a wry smile. Daisy was skilled at acting, and it was a pity that she didn't become an actress.
Three months ago, Daisy and I met by chance in a coffee shop on the corner of the street. She first called my name and approached me. Then, she accepted the friend request I had sent for seven years.
Just when I was overwhelmed by this luck, Daisy texted me a week later to ask me to pick her up. I accompanied her for a drink at a food stall. She told me she had suffered a lot of grievances after working, but no one could listen to her. I racked my brains to make her laugh.
On that day, we both lost control after drinking. The next day, we woke up in the hotel and began a romantic relationship. Strangely, after that, Daisy rarely accepted my intimate contact, but I just thought she was conservative.