The Little Wife's Great Comeback: A Mistaken Marriage

In a charming café, all sorts of men and women sat around, including couples whispering sweet nothings to each other. Every seat was a swing, with red roses hanging from the ropes on either side. This was an extravagantly romantic café for couples. Couples could come here to flirt and fall in love, bachelors could come to charm someone and find love, and groups of girlfriends could speak their minds. Just look at the three women by the window, chattering away without a break. “I’m getting married. You’ll come, won’t you?” A beauty with a heart-shaped face and a widow’s peak, her skin fair and smooth as the first snow of winter, and hair cascading down to her waist…