The year I married Arthur, Harrison got divorced.
He sent a gift through someone: a beautiful sapphire ring.
The card bore his familiar handwriting. He wrote: Sarah, happy wedding.
I wanted to find someone to return it, but then I found out that the Harrisons had run into big trouble—some emigrated, some went missing.
Harrison had been out of contact for a long time.
Later, I entrusted my aunt-in-law to auction off that ring. All proceeds were donated to a charity foundation.
Consider it as accumulating blessings for him.
I was at a party when I accidentally overheard people at the next table talking about Harrison's wedding back then.
"You have no idea. The two of them were stone-faced throughout the whole wedding. The groom and bride stood a mile apart and refused to even look at
