Marry before you fall in love

In the glare of the light, she could barely open her eyes. She squinted them into a narrow slit. Her body was as stiff as a wooden carving and she could not move. "You awake?" A magnetic male voice came into her ear, making her tense and breathing fast. She could hear the footsteps approaching, but she could not turn around to see who was approaching her. Xiu Chang wore a pair of milky white medical gloves on her hands. A cold gleaming scalpel flashed before her eyes and she stopped breathing. What was he trying to do? Let her go fast? The girl on the operating table wanted to struggle, was powerless to struggle, wanted to scream, but found that even the strength to speak was exhausted. With a look of fear in her bright, lake-like eyes, she stared nervously at the scalpel that had been moving before her. He suddenly bent his face down, and the hot breath rolled around her neck. The cold voice went into the girl's ears like a cold wind. "Awkward! Don't be afraid! I will be very, very light!" She could not say a word, but stared at him, protesting that he would not do something to her. The cold gleam of the scalpel suddenly separated the white buttons from her pink dress. One by one, the buttons were cut off under the sharp edge of the knife, and inch by inch, the skin of her body was exposed to the air. She could feel the cold of the scalpel seeping into her skin and she couldn't stop shaking. Even the most stubborn girl in her life was covered with a shadow of shame at this moment. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes like beads on a broken string, and fell into her disheveled hair scattered on the operating table. He was slender, wearing a blue surgical gown and a blue surgical cap. A large blue mask covered most of his face, and his eyes were blurred under the intense surgical lamp, making her see him unreal. She hated him and cut her clothes apart with a scalpel, exposing her body shamelessly to him. He seemed to have no interest in the girl's body, but instead pressed the tip of his cold scalpel against her heart. "You gave me your heart, and I will... get it back!" The sharp blade cut across her delicate chest skin, and her heart stopped beating at this moment. "Ah!" Gu Nuan dropped the scalpel in her hand on the ground. Her forehead was covered with thin sweat and she looked anxious and uneasy. "Teacher Gu, what's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?" asked Lin Qingqing, the study committee member with a delicate face. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, and looked at the young faces and bright white laboratory. "I'm fine, thank you for your concern!" She just remembered that she had another terrible dream while she was explaining the forensic anatomy class to her classmates in the lab. It was eight years ago, but every time she thinks about it, she thinks it will never be forgotten. She stopped her heart that night, but miraculously it beat again —— Did he give her a heartbeat? Then who would it be? "Mr.Gu, there's a handsome man outside the door who says he wants to see you..." Xiao Rong, who is always late for class, sneaked into the lab with an awkward smile and pointed at the door. Gu Ruan looked through the glass doors and Windows of the laboratory, and sure enough, he saw a young and handsome face. Her heart skipped a beat: How ——could he have returned? ### Love, which had dwelled in her heart for so long. "Everyone, once you finish your lab reports and submit them to the study committee member, you may leave class!" Gu Nuan had finalized the assignment details. She removed her lab coat, took a deep breath, and resolved to step out of the lab to meet him. When she walked out of the laboratory and looked at him up close, Gu Nuan still felt a vague pain in her heart. "Gu Nuan, this is a postcard I found while organizing my brother's books. I think... this postcard must belong to you." Lin Jianhua handed the postcard to Gu Nuan. She hesitated to take it and dared not look at it. But her inner tendency was to lower her head and reach out for the postcard. The two girls on the postcard —— are wearing wedding dresses with a lovely smile on their faces and hold the boy's arm. The boy is wearing a black wedding dress with a red rose on his chest and looks sunny and handsome. This man is Lin Jianhua's brother ——Lin Jiancheng. He has a face six points similar to Lin Jianhua, but he is not the same person. But every time she saw Lin Jianhua, it reminded her of... those deep pains buried in her heart. "Guan Nu, you still have a class, I will not disturb you! Goodbye!" "Goodbye!" Lin Jianhua sighed softly and turned to leave. Gu Ruan looked at his back, and she wanted to call him back, and she wanted to reach out and hold his arm, but she knew he was Lin Jianhua, not Lin Jiancheng. Until his back disappeared at the end of the road, Gu Nuan pressed the postcard on her heart and walked along the shaded path. For three years, she dared not think of his name, dare not walk through the places they had walked, or even dare to think of his appearance, but she could not deceive herself, she could not forget this man, she had deeply rooted him in her heart. After the rain, the sun filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, leaving mottled shadows on the ground. Guan Yu was walking on the swaying tree shadows, like a butterfly with broken wings, alone in the light spots. The tree-lined path had not been repaired for a long time, so there were puddles on the ground that reflected a dazzling mirror light in the sun. Beep! Beep! A black Mercedes came speeding down the tree-lined road. As it passed Gu Nuan, its wheels sank into a puddle and splashed her with water. "My postcard!" Gu Nuan was startled by the passing car. The postcard in her hand was not tightly held and fell into a puddle. She bent down to pick it up and wiped the postcard in the water with her skirt sleeve. Fortunately, the two people on the postcard were not blurred. She smiled with relief and turned the postcard over to see if it was wet on the back. But when she saw the two lines of text at the back, her eyes were sore and tears blurred her eyes. —— Xiao Nuan, when I come back, we will get married! She clutched the postcard in her arms, bit her lip, and thought of the words over and over again. There was a bitter taste in her mind, and it was so agonizing and uncomfortable. The black Mercedes suddenly stopped. The driver, dressed in a light gray suit, opened the rear door and a sturdy man walked out of the car. With every step he took, he was so vigorous and showed the domineering style of a king. He was walking toward Gu Nuan step by step. The wind lifted the black hair on Gu Nuan's ears and cooled the pearl tears sliding down her eyes. The mottled light swayed a faint sadness on her crystalline face. I thought I could forget you in these three years, but I didn't expect you to build a fortress in my heart and trap me in the world of missing you. Chu Tianchen stopped two meters away from her. He was not unfamiliar with women crying, but no one had ever cried like her, which made a soft part of his heart ache. He wondered what she was feeling and what she was holding in her hand. Gu ran a deep breath, raised her face, trying to pour the tears back into her eyes. She thought ——maybe in this way she would not miss him so much.