The night before the wedding, my fiancé knelt in front of me and confessed: "I'm sorry, I have found true love."
I smiled and helped him up: "What a coincidence, I found it too."
He was relieved and turned to embrace his white moonlight.
But I walked towards the best man in the corner, stood on tiptoes and kissed him.
"Nice to cooperate," he wiped the corners of his lips and smiled, "No, fiancée."
