In this strange and suffocating city, human nature is as cold as a cold kiln, and the only thing that can make her feel warm is her brother.

She has always imagined that one day, she can be her brother's bride, she can walk on the red carpet in a white wedding dress, walk to him step by step with her father's arm, and then entrust her life to him.

But fantasy, after all, is just fantasy, and after fantasy, the heart will only be more empty and uncomfortable.

The twenty-six-year-old brother is getting married, but the bride is not her.

That day, my brother, who was wearing a white T-shirt, stood in front of her with a smile and said, Xiaoyu, my brother is getting married, and Mu Mu named you to be a bridesmaid.

The wedding card in his hand was like her heart, dripping with blood. The red wedding card, she only felt a dazzling pain.

The Mu Mu in his mouth is his brother's girlfriend, the object of marriage, and her future sister-in-law.

I heard my father say earlier that my brother was going to get married. She thought she was mentally prepared, but when he said it to her personally, her heart still hurt like a thorn.

Sure enough, after growing up for so many years, her skills in disguising her emotions have reached the point where she has perfected it, and even her brother who knows her best has not seen through her disguise.

She took the wedding card, although the sore pain in her heart wanted to drown her, but she still smiled and said, "Brother, I will go."

Brother, you're fine, if there's nothing to do, then you can go back, I want to rest first. As she spoke, she pushed him out the door, took out one hand, and rubbed her sour eyes.

He frowned and looked at her with some suspicion, and when she saw this, she stretched her waist.

He finally stopped looking at her, turned around, turned his back to her and said, Xiaoyu, then I'll go back first. After saying that, he left.

When his figure disappeared around the corner, she turned and closed the door with a bang. She leaned her back against the door, covered her heart, breathed rapidly, her lips trembled slightly, hot tears rolled down her cheeks and fell on her skin, she felt that her vision was so blurred, the strength of her whole body seemed to be sucked dry, and slowly slid down the door panel.

I don't know how long it took, but the tears on her face had long since dried. She stood up with difficulty holding on to the door, the soreness and numbness in her legs spread all over her body, she endured the numbness in her legs, bent down, picked up the wedding card on the ground, looked at the red devouring wedding card, she seemed to be enchanted, and wanted to tear it off again and again, and tried to overcome it again and again.

She endured the pain in her heart, put the wedding card on the coffee table, and walked to the bathroom.

She looked at the woman in the mirror, her black hair was fluffy like seaweed, her eyes were red and swollen, there was no trace of brilliance at all, and tears were wantonly stained all over her face, at first glance, she looked like a crazy woman.

This face is not beautiful, she can only be barely considered delicate, how can she be worthy of such a perfect brother 'Brother is a very beautiful person, with delicate eyebrows and slightly long phoenix eyes, a slender figure, with a fresh soap fragrance, when she laughs, it is like the sun shining on a person's body, it is so warm that makes her greedy. Such an elder brother is exactly what she dreamed of, just like all Cinderella, fantasies about Prince Charming.

But now, her favorite Prince Charming sent a knife with her own hands and slashed it at her heart.