My Possessive Brother
She had secretly fallen in love with him for thirteen years.
“What if nobody wants to marry me?”
It was a joke and an appointment nine years ago, but Alice had waited.
On her 29th birthday, she received a delivery.
It was a black velvet box. There was a small and exquisite stereo card in it, with red handwriting in the middle—marry me?
She couldn’t escape from what she was trying to avoid.
When will this secret love end?
Once something happens, it means the way it was before is over, and everything would now be different.
Do you regret?
Will you regret?
What if you do regret?
To endure or to change, who knew which one leads to a more miserable end?