The next day, Rock hurried out to find someone to deal with the matter, leaving me, who was emotionally unstable, at home.
The situation became worse and worse. Netizens posted my edited ugly photos online, and the comments on my Instagram changed from blessings to sarcastic questions. I felt very embarrassed.
Although Rock told me not to worry about it, I still couldn't stand the feeling of being wronged.
I sent a message to the number who contacted me on Valentine's Day night.
[Did you post this to slander me? Do you know how important a marriage proposal is to a girl?]
The person replied to me quickly.
[Haha, you are not only a thief but also a bitch. You are so disgusting!]
[Are you the couple in that proposal scene during the day? Do you have evidence to prove that you are not slandering me?]
There was a long pause, and just when I thought the other party had nothing to say, he sent me several pictures.
I found chat records with the wedding company, design drawings, and payment slips.
[Is that enough? The romance I planned for months was ruined by you!]
I looked at those pictures again and again and didn't find any traces of photo-editing.