Fu Yunhe's question made Nian Shutong stop.
"Yes."
Nian Shutong looked at the complicated emotions on Fu Yunhe's face, unsure how to comfort him for a moment.
"I have hundreds of years, you have thousands."
Fu Yunhe's heart ached with his question, feeling reluctant and even jealous.
He felt pain that they couldn't be together forever, reluctance over the pain Nian Shutong would endure when he left, and jealousy that she might find someone else.
All these emotions mixed into one sentence.
"Will you forget me?"
"Forget you? No way!" Nian Shutong saw Fu Yunhe's state and knew he was overthinking.
"Fu Yunhe, listen up, I'll only say this once."
"No matter how long I live, no matter how long you live, my man is only one, named Fu Yunhe."
"It's the you of now, not the you of a past life, not the you of a future life, but the living you, who still has a few hundred years left to live!"
