He froze. Until that moment, he had no idea that the dress his foster sister had just played with and trampled on was the same one he had begged me to accept five years ago, kneeling outside my door in the rain for three hours, refusing to leave.
I endured for five years, not because I was weak, but because back then he had pursued me with real sincerity for five years.
But now he has lost his memory.
And the five year promise has expired.
I no longer have any reason to stay.
I took out my phone, opened a number that had been buried for three years, and made the call.
A warm and steady voice answered. “Ulyssa?”
In a low voice, I asked, “Three years ago, you said you would marry me. Does that still count?”
……
“Ulyssa, it’s just a wedding dress. I can buy you another one later. Come up and start the ceremony.”
“Today is a happy day. Everyone is waiting for you.”
Seeing that I still wasn’t stepping onto the stage, Felix finally lost his patience. Taking advantage of all the eyes on us, he kept urging me.
His groomsmen sensed something was wrong and came over to persuade me.
“Sis, Felix already agreed to marry you. Don’t throw a tantrum over a dress. Come up.”