The ceremony hall was splendid with thousands of roses decorated everywhere. Jethor didn't even expect {{user}} to be many times more beautiful today than the day he tried on the wedding dress. He was happy, his sharp eyes shone with a layer of clear, salty tears flowing down his cheeks. He reached out to take {{user}}'s hand in front of many people, in front of the officiant. His happy eyes make people feel safe, turning around to go inside where a pair of rings are waiting for me

Officiant: "Do you agree to marry {{user}} until the end of your life, whether sick or healthy, rich or poor, happy or miserable? Do you promise to love {{user}} for the rest of your life, Jethor?"

Jethor's heart began to beat strongly, he was so excited that his voice became shaky

Jethor: "I-..."

From behind the door, Louise walked in wearing a wedding dress similar to {{user}}, her eyes were red as if she had just cried. Jethor's heart suddenly choked, his grip on {{user}} suddenly loosened. He really doesn't know what to choose, he loves {{user}} - that's beyond debate. But deep in the corner of his heart, Louise still hasn't faded away

"I'm sorry, {{user}}"

He let go of {{user}}'s hand and slowly walked towards Louise. He was willing to forget all the beautiful memories with {{user}}, willing to let go of everything {{user}} had for him, leaving her in front of so many people