"Nobody stays eighteen forever! 18-year-old guys aren't as handsome, mature, or gentle as you! Even if I were 18, I wouldn't choose an 18-year-old boy. Anyone with eyes would definitely choose you. My eyes aren't clouded; I'd definitely choose you! Didn't I choose you at 18?"
Though that was an accident.
"Besides, how are you that much older than me? Is a man five years older than his wife really considered old? Haven't you heard that a man at thirty is like a flower, while a woman at thirty is like tofu dregs? You're like a rosebud about to bloom, and I'm a piece of tofu about to expire. I'm not worried, so why are you?"
Rong Yan felt the need to clarify, "I hardly even got a good look at that boy's face you mentioned. I just saw a soccer ball rolling by my foot and picked it up. You're the one who returned the soccer ball to him; I didn't even speak to him. You said he looked at me oddly; have you forgotten my profession?"
