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.
I tried to save him countless times in my dreams, but every time I woke up with tears streaming down my face.
My best friend knew that Christian's death had a great impact on me. She took me to see a psychologist, who told me that I had been suffering from severe depression for a long time.
"Yasmin, here it is."
My best friend, Margareth Clinton handed me a bottle of drink.
"The city we visited this time is super beautiful. It is a well-known as a slow paced city. Many celebrities and vloggers come to this city to check in."
Hearing her words, I was curious. I turned my head to look out the window. The high-speed train was speeding at full speed and the scenery was left far behind.
People on the internet say the town located in the mountainous area was a right place for healing. Perhaps it could change my mood better.
The trip was particularly long and I felt very tired after getting off the train. My best friend took me straight to the hotel we had booked.
When Margareth was busy taking care of the check-in process with her ID card, I glanced up inadvertently.
Instantly, I froze in place.
At the entrance of the barbecue restaurant across the street, a tall man was fiddling with the barbecue grill skillfully.
His muscles were tight, the contours of his side face are smooth and good-looking. Next to him sat a girl drinking milk tea and the two of them were chatting intermittently.