My name is Gu Nian, I am 28 years old, and I am a freelance screenwriter.
If you ask me what the craziest decision in my life was, I would tell you without hesitation: marrying my ex-boyfriend Ye Chen in a flash marriage.
Yes, you heard that right, ex-boyfriend.
That afternoon, I was just going to attend my best friend Lin Chuxia's birthday party.
Who would have thought that as soon as I entered the bar, I would see that face that haunted my dreams and pierced my heart.
Ye Chen.
Our eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze.
Lin Chuxia's voice pulled me back to reality: "Gu Nian! Come here!"
I forced myself to stay calm and walked over.
Ye Chen lowered his gaze, his voice deep: "Long time no see."
I nodded, not daring to look at him too long, afraid that if I wasn't careful, I would drown in those deep eyes.
After a few drinks, the atmosphere gradually warmed up.
"Hey hey hey, caught you stealing glances again, Ye Chen."
"You two still have sparks flying?!" someone teased. "Why not just get back together!"
"Exactly, get back together! Get married!" others chimed in.
My face instantly turned red, and I wanted to argue, but I didn't know what to say.
For a close relationship, time has always been the only thing that can heal wounds.
At that moment, Ye Chen stood up.
He looked at me, his gaze intense: "Gu Nian, marry me."
In an instant, I thought I had misheard.
"What... what did you say?"
"Let's get married."
He repeated, his tone firm: "Give us a chance to start over."
My brain crashed, leaving me blank.
Rationality told me to refuse, just like that night four years ago when we parted ways.
But looking into Ye Chen's eyes, filled with unrestrained emotion, I inexplicably nodded.
"Okay."
Just like that, amidst cheers, Ye Chen and I left the bar hand in hand.
The next morning, I woke up to a severe headache.
Opening my eyes, I found myself lying in an unfamiliar room.
I suddenly sat up, remembering everything that happened last night.
"Good morning, my wife." Ye Chen walked in with a cup of warm water, a gentle smile on his face.
I stared at him blankly, then glanced at the red certificate on the bedside table.
I forgot that we now live in an era where you can get married without a household registration book.
Oh my God, we really got married.
"Are we... crazy?" I murmured to myself.
Ye Chen sat down by the bed and gently held my hand. "Maybe. But I want to give us a chance to start over, and I guess you do too. Right?"
"I will correct the mistakes I've made in the past."
Looking into his sincere eyes, I felt an inexplicable sense of peace.
Although this decision was incredibly crazy, at this moment, I strangely looked forward to our future life.
"Okay, let's work hard together."
And so, my life with Ye Chen as part of a Flash Marriage officially began.
I just forgot that the breakup rate for couples who reconcile is as high as 98%.
The sweetness of the honeymoon phase always comes quickly and leaves just as fast. Soon, reality dealt me a heavy blow.
Ye Chen is a surgeon at the provincial hospital and is extremely busy with work.
Every day, I leave home before dawn and often return late at night.
Meanwhile, I, a freelance screenwriter, always have plenty of time to stay at home.
At first, I was still immersed in the sweetness of newlywed life. I would prepare various breakfasts for Ye Chen every day and make the bento he loved.
But gradually, I realized that I was performing a one-man show.
Ye Chen was always in a hurry, rushing out the door without time for breakfast. The dinner I had carefully prepared often went cold while waiting for him to come home.
One day, I finally couldn't help but ask, "Ye Chen, can you try to come home a little earlier sometimes?"
He simply rubbed his temples wearily and replied, "I'm sorry, the hospital has been really busy lately."
I forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I understand."
But do I really understand?
Looking at yet another cold dinner, I questioned myself countless times whether this Flash Marriage was truly a mistake.
How far can our marriage really go?
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