The day the Prince of Jingquan regained his memory, I was working my third job of the day at a bar.
Someone asked him what to do with the poor little girlfriend he had when he lost his memory.
He hugged his fiancée and smiled carelessly: "What can I do? Is the ugly duckling worthy of my princess?"
Everyone burst into laughter, and I lowered my head and left silently.
But then, as no one knows, on my wedding day, someone accidentally mentioned me, and the prince of Beijing Circle looked out the window and his eyes suddenly turned red.
