Chapter 8

Chapter 8

This word was written in my grandmother’s blood.

Her handwriting in the first brocade pouch had been relatively steady, but this single word-“Escape”-looked like a final, desperate plea written by someone at death’s door.

It was a chilling sight.

After I fled the wedding, my phone was bombarded with calls.

My mother was absolutely livid. “Jiang Shanshan, all the guests are already here! What kind of madness has gotten into you? You’re backing out now? Do you think you’re such a great catch? Gu Weizhi must have been blind to fall for you. Get back here right now and apologize to Weizhi immediately!”

My Best Friend also tried to persuade me: “Shanshan, what kind of problem can’t be solved privately? Everyone can see how well Gu Weizhi treats you. Don’t trample on his feelings like this. I honestly feel terrible for him!”

The initial surge of terror slowly began to recede, replaced by a sense of bewilderment and guilt.

Escape? Escape from whom? Escape to where? I had no idea.

All I knew was that Gu Weizhi had been standing at the end of the red carpet in his tuxedo, his face full of happiness and anticipation.

And in front of everyone, I had turned and fled.

I had made him the laughingstock of all our friends and family.

The last message was a voice note from Gu Weizhi, his voice raspy and exhausted:

“Shanshan, tell me, what happened?”

“Did I do something wrong, or did something happen that I don’t know about? If so, please tell me. We can face it together.”

“The temperature is dropping tonight. Remember to put on more clothes.”

“Remember… I still love you.”