- 4.
“Sure.”
Frank smiled at me, looking relaxed.
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“Don’t worry, I will definitely be home before
twelve o’clock, and you definitely won’t need
to use a “Doghouse Card“.”
Looking at his face, which wasn’t that much different from what it was five years ago, I
suppressed the sourness in my heart, and
smiled slightly.
Okay, I’ll wait for you.”
There were still three hours until twelve
o’clock.
I paid a high price to find a errand runner, and
asked him to buy me a piece of cake.
Frank’s assistant, Alex, posted a status
update on Moments.
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Complaining that he was still working
overtime, and he was the only one left in the
whole company.
Frank sent me a message.
[Just arrived at the company, I will be home
soon.]
There were still two hours until twelve o’clock.
When I was cleaning the album, I found a
photo of Frank proposing to me.
With a thought, I posted a status update.
[Before I knew it, it’s already been five years.]
Frank quickly replied.
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[More than five years.]
At the same time, he also sent me a picture
of the night scene.
“The night is beautiful tonight, I was thinking
of you.”
I didn’t reply.
Because I knew that the tall building in the
background of the picture was not near the
company, but in the city center.
There are the city’s most romantic lovers
restaurants.
Jessica couldn’t help but send a Moments
just for me to see.
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[You said you married your white moonlight,
but I’m your red rose.]
In the lower left corner of the photo, Frank’s
left hand without his wedding ring was
particularly clear.
There was still one hour until twelve o’clock.
I nestled on the sofa, looping the original
wedding video while taking big bites of the
cake that had been delivered by the errand
runner.
But I don’t know why, the cake became more
and more salty as I ate it.
I thought to myself, I wouldn’t like it anymore.
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There were still half an hour until twelve
o’clock.
Frank stopped replying to my messages.
I also consciously stopped bothering him, and
turned to pack my luggage.
There was still one minute until twelve
o’clock.
I took out the last “Doghouse Card” from the
can, preparing to tear it open.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
I paused for a moment and opened the door
in a hurry.
“Hello this is the gift Mr Frank bought for
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“Hello, this is the gift Mr. Frank bought for
you. Please sign for it.”
The staff held the jewelry box, warmly and
thoughtfully.
At the same time, Frank’s message popped
- up.
[Sorry, I have to stay at the company tonight.
You can use the “Doghouse Card” if you
want, and I’ll bring you your favorite cake
when I get home.]
I was about to reply when I accidentally
knocked over the bookcase.
The wedding photo that had been placed on it
for five years fell to the ground with a bang.
The glass shards were scattered all over the
floor.
The staff was startled and quickly asked me.
“Miss, do you need help cleaning up?”
I shook my head, replying on my phone.
[No need to bring cake, Frank, the “Doghouse
Cards” are used up.]
[Let’s get a divorce.]
The next second, hundreds of messages
flooded into my cell phone.
