"What everyone? Not everyone!"

I wanted to hide, but my parents blocked my retreat.

The skeleton bride broke free from the bouquet's bandages and stuffed the bouquet into my arms: "It's your turn now."

No...

It can't be my turn!

I gathered up the courage to stand up and pushed her with all my strength.

She was much stronger than she looked, her body just swayed slightly: "What's going on? Are you resisting?"

I didn't have time to care.

I pushed her away and ran desperately towards the door.

She stood side by side with my parents, harmoniously like a family.

I desperately pushed open the security door and rushed outside.

The delivery man stood in the corridor and turned to look at me, his head in his hand, with a pile of orders on his neck.

The taxi driver's car was parked downstairs, and when he saw me coming, he got scared and quickly dived into the car.

I don't know when the fog had started, the misty white fog was filled with men with cars.

They were either poor or wealthy, but they all shared one thing in common: they all looked at me with the eyes of inspecting goods.

I moved through them. My heart was pounding.

Strangely, no one stopped me at all.

Only my parents, running wildly behind me.