To the Twenty-Two Years We Lost
Language: en
A few days before the wedding, my half-brother had a depressive episode. To appease him, my fiancée cut up the wedding suit that my mother had handmade before she died, despite my pleas. She stared at me angrily and said, "Bryce has nothing left. Why did you provoke him with the wedding suit? Do you want to force him to die to be satisfied?" I looked at the mess all over the floor, my heart aching until it was numb. After packing everything up, I called my mentor, saying, "I would like to go to the three-year foreign exchange program you mentioned before." Chapter 1 After sending the…