"Pfft."
Xu Nianhua had felt a bit uneasy, but upon hearing his words, she couldn't help but laugh. Her laughter, like the tinkling of silver bells, filled the room. She looked up, her eyes brimming with brilliant starlight, and the corners of her lips curved into a smile as she said, "Yicheng, by then you'll be an old man with white hair too, and I—a white-haired old lady, with even my teeth gone, will be far from beauty."
"Who says?" Pei Yicheng gazed at her, articulating each word, "In my heart, you are the most beautiful, unparalleled by anyone. If you don't believe me, just ask me again when we're old. I definitely won't change my answer."
By then... who knew if one of them would have passed away first?
Or perhaps, due to distance, they would have lost contact a long time ago?
Who could predict such things decades from now?
