The Fog of Love

Will James and I were getting married next week.

When we had dinner with our colleagues, Will was in a low mood and kept looking at his phone.

As soon as the screen lit up, he turned his eyes over instantly, but when he saw that it was just an advertisement, he was disappointed.

"Is there anything to deal with at the company?" I approached Will and asked in a low voice.

He shook his head and was about to put the fried fish into my mouth.

"You love fried fish the most..." He said.

An intern who had a good relationship with me said, "Mr. James. Ms. Quinn is allergic to fish."