Years later, when they met again, Yan Muqing looked at the tipsy, dazed woman before him and gritted his teeth inwardly. How could she still secretly like that guy, who wasn’t as handsome or as tall as him, had worse grades, and was doing worse than him now? Was he really not good enough? He was 185 centimeters tall, had abs, could cook, earned money, and treated his wife well. How had he lost?
