A Wedding That Shouldn't Be Done
The guests began to scatter in a hurry. When the guests had all dispersed to one side, a group of about ten had emerged from the crowd. There were a few women among them, the others were men, but my eyes were fixed on only one person. Almost all of their faces were familiar. Except for him.
The first thing I noticed about him was his bloody hands. Despite his injured right leg, he continued to walk confidently. He might be the most girthy man I've ever seen, even from here I could see his muscles tensing and relaxing. His black hair was falling on his forehead, and he was looking around with pure anger on his face and dark green eyes. The moment those blazing green eyes saw me, I trembled. I was more afraid now. Very nice.