Tomorrow is the day they will get their marriage certificate, and it's also his birthday.
The birthday cake she ordered for him will be delivered soon. After midnight, she wants to celebrate his birthday.
He should come back.
Clinging to this sliver of belief, Valentine Teller stared fixedly at the door, hoping that in the next second, he would open the door and walk in.
But as time passed minute by minute, she waited for a long time, and he didn't come back. Maybe he went to work. He should come back after work, he definitely will.
After waiting and waiting, finally, she heard the doorbell.
Valentine Teller focused intently on the direction of the door, but it wasn't the familiar sound of the electronic lock, it was a key, a key inserting into the lock, and then turning.
The door opened, the gap inched wider, but the face revealed was not the one she was most familiar with. She stared blankly at the unfamiliar person outside the door.
"You are..."
