There was a ring on the middle finger of his left hand, which had the same design as the one on my hand.
The sunlight shone on his face from the glass window of the cafe. His skin was so delicate and flawless.
To be honest, I fancied his face.
His face was the same as Brian's.
The only difference was that there was a small mole on Troy's face.
"Elaina, Brian never had a car accident. He went abroad five years ago, and he came back recently. Did you forget that?"
"How could he have gone abroad?" I was confused.
"You promised to be my girlfriend at that time, and he wanted to help us."
"No, that's not right!" I was even more confused, asking, "Five years ago, I was Brian's girlfriend. I have only agreed to be with you since last month."
Troy stopped talking. The moving light and shadow cast a beam of dim and unclear light on his face.
He held my hand and said, "Elaina, you have always loved me."
The doctor said I was too tired.
Many people were anxious as their wedding day approached.
I had been suffering from insomnia and mental exhaustion for a long time. Coupled with anxiety, I had a little hallucination.
I found it a bit ridiculous.