But now, I have a wife.
I love my wife, and I don't want past matters to disturb us.
So, this matter gradually faded from my mind.
On our wedding day, for some reason, I turned on my phone again.
I took a video with my wife and posted it online.
Many people liked and commented on it, but I particularly noticed one comment: "The bride is beautiful, wish you both a happy marriage."
The account that made the comment was named "Vividly April," with an avatar of a tree sprouting new leaves.
I froze for a few seconds, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in my heart.
My wife, worried, supported me. "What's wrong? Your heart hurts again?"
To keep my wife from worrying, I shook my head and didn't pay any more attention to the comment.
But the class group chat, which had been inactive for a long time, suddenly became active.
They found the video of my wedding and kept asking about it.
I didn't really remember these old classmates, but after thinking about it, I decided to let them know.
The classmates were very enthusiastic, sending message after message, but I wasn't close to them, so after sending out money, I turned off my phone.
Later, it was my wife who sent a link to the live stream.
The wedding ended perfectly.
The only downside was that just as it was ending, the weather changed.
It should have been a clear, sunny day, yet the sky looked like it was going to rain.
I prayed that it wouldn't rain, because my wife doesn't like rainy days, especially on such a joyous occasion.
Perhaps heaven heard my prayer, and in the end, it didn't rain; instead, the sky was clear and bright, like spring.
After the wedding, my wife and I lived happily.
A year later, our family was going to grow by one more member.
My wife and I were very happy, and we went to the mall to buy lots of clothes for the baby and gifts for our child.
It was there that I met my classmate Mia.
I didn't really remember her. She saw my wife and me buying things for the baby, didn't say much, just said "Congratulations," and hurried off.
She seemed strange to me, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why.
Until she came looking for me again.
She brought my wife and me to the cemetery and told me to pay respects to a classmate.
Honestly, seeing the photo on the tombstone, my first reaction was a sharp pain in my chest, and tears involuntarily fell down.
But I was unfamiliar with her, and I couldn't remember ever seeing that girl's photo on my phone.
I paid my respects like a stranger and then hurried away, because my wife was waiting outside.
Seeing me come out, my wife ran over immediately.
She isn't alone anymore, but she still acts rashly like before.
I carefully held her and couldn't bear to scold her, so I prepared to take her away.
At that moment, Mia, who hadn't spoken for a while, asked me a question.
"April, do you still remember Vivian?"
I paused for a few seconds. Vivian?
I didn't know who she was, but tears fell uncontrollably.
I found it strange, thinking perhaps the wind was too strong today.
Later, my wife gave birth to a daughter, whom I named Olivia.
The name symbolizes that she will grow up healthy.
