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"Mistaken him?" The auntie said gently, "When I saw that man walking by here in a hurry, he looked a lot like your ex-boyfriend, but just more mature. When I called out selling sweet potatoes, he glanced back at me, paused for a moment, and then continued on his way. I guess he doesn't remember me, but I remember him. The two of you, I have such a deep impression."
The auntie shook her head slightly, "I'm sure I'm not mistaken."
"Impossible."
Mai Xiaomai felt like someone had plunged a knife into her heart and then mercilessly stirred it. The sweet potato in her mouth had lost all its flavor, as if chewing wax.
"Impossible? Was I really mistaken?"
Seeing Mai Xiaomai's resolute attitude, the auntie also began to doubt her own eyesight.
"Yes, you were mistaken."
Mai Xiaomai nodded, holding her sweet potato and said to the auntie, "Auntie, I have to rush off for something. I won't chat more with you now. We'll talk next time when I'm free."
"Okay, then take care."
