My childhood sweetheart and I were engaged. After I took a knife for her and woke up from a three-month coma, I joked that I didn’t know her. She pointed at the princess and said the princess was my sweetheart, while she was only there to treat me. The princess went along with it. That was when I realized my childhood sweetheart thought being with me was boring and wanted some excitement. The princess, however, treated me well. She remembered what I liked and did all sorts of things for me. I decided to choose the princess, but then my childhood sweetheart suddenly came to her senses and begged me to forgive her.
