Yes, Jiang Yan came to me —

He looked like he hadn't rested well for many days, with dark circles under his eyes, scruffy beard, and even his usually crisp suit was wrinkled.

The once glorious Prince Jiang knelt on the ground in despair, pleading:

"Suyun, can you help me? I don't want to die, can you help me, please?"

"Let's get married, okay?"

I was wearing high heels, ruthlessly stepping on his palm, in a calm tone:

"Jiang Yan, do you deserve it?"

His eyes were filled with sadness, tears and snot flowing together: "Yunyun, are you still blaming me, right?"

"Once, didn't you love me the most?"

I sneered, "Jiang Laoye, you also know, that was just once."

"Moreover, from beginning to end, the one I loved was never you."

He incredulously lifted his head, shocked: "What, what did you say?"

I slowly took out a wallet from my pocket, took out an old yellowed photo to show him.

"Jiang Yan, look, don't you look very similar to each other?"

He stared blankly at the photo, with a hint of confusion on his face.

I lifted his face with my toe, smiling cynically: "The me from before only loved the face that looks six points like his."

"Fool."

"The one I love has never been you."

"You are just a stand-in, what qualifications do you have to boast in front of me?"