Underworld Bride

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I wonder what sort of feelings everyone would have if, after three or four years since breaking up, their ex-girlfriend suddenly reached out.

As for me, I was conflicted, my emotions tangled and complex.

That afternoon, I had just been fired from my company, and was idly passing time at home on QQ. The avatar that had remained dim in the strangers list for three or four years suddenly lit up, asking me how I was doing. This person was none other than my ex-girlfriend.

Mentioning her brings a stabbing pain to my chest. We dated for three years in high school and continued for a year in college. At the end of our freshman year, she vanished from my world without a single word.

It took me three years to finally blur her presence from my heart.

"I'm doing well, thank you for your concern. How about you?"

I forced a smile, unwilling to lose face, unwilling to let her know how poorly I was actually faring.

"I'm very well, I'm getting married soon. Will you come?"

Hearing this, my heart twisted painfully. Since our breakup, I remained single—not because I didn’t want to move on, but because I truly couldn’t forget her.

I suddenly found myself at a loss for words. What could this mean? My ex-girlfriend is getting married, and wants me to stand foolishly by her side, blessing her and someone else, wishing them happiness and children? That would be either idiotic or simply naive.

"I only want you to come, so I invited only you!"

She followed up with this l