Today (September 9th) I looked at the wedding dress. It was a beautiful wedding dress, and it was the type I liked. In the past, I always escaped from marriage and was always forced to marry. It was really painful; today I face this problem squarely, I want to get married, and I want to marry you. Who are you going to marry? I miss you, the bridegroom in my heart is you. I really want to marry you and tell you that I love you. Who will you marry, God please let me marry you. I'm sure I'd be sad if he married someone else. When I lost my memory, I would call your husband every day, I love you, I really like you. That's all for today's fantasies. Think about it, and you will probably be mad at the end. How could you possibly want to marry me? I regret it.
Chapter 4: Daydream
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