Broken Pot, Rotten Lid

Five years ago, I got disfigured saving Farrah.

Everyone thought I couldn’t survive without her.

Yet at tonight’s reunion party, her first love publicly asked her: “If it weren’t for that ugly freak, would you marry me?”

Without a second of hesitation, she nodded. “I would.”

The room fell dead silent, and pitying gazes landed on me.

To everyone’s shock, I broke into a bright grin and clapped enthusiastically. “A broken pot really does find its rotten lid. You two are made for each other―tha