"Sister, you don't have to blame yourself for taking my husband anymore, I didn't like him."
Xiaoxiao shook her head. Even so, she had still taken her husband. She was sure that even if she had married the wrong person, they would have ended up liking each other because he was genuinely nice.
"Ah, I remember now."
"..." Xiaoxiao was startled by her original self's sudden exclamation. What had she remembered?
"I remember who he is!"
"..."
"He was with the man I had my eyes on that day."
"..." The person who was with Yang Ming, dressed so finely, was most likely a wealthy guy.
It seemed she had guessed right; the original self liked the wealthy guy, not Yang Ming.
Xiaoxiao suddenly felt very warm inside. It turned out she had never had a rival in love; she was the first to like Yang Ming. Little Qingmei got the wrong person, and so did her original self; Yang Ming had always belonged to her alone.
