Looking back, half a lifetime has passed, and all the beautiful moments were spent together.
In this world, there's probably nothing more moving than this.
"Thank you, honey." Shen Zhaozhao relaxed, leaning her whole body into Sheng Chuyi's embrace.
"Thank me for what?" Sheng Chuyi lowered his gaze to look at her.
The years had left no trace on Shen Zhaozhao's face, and it was the same for Sheng Chuyi.
Time seemed to particularly favor the pair.
Not only did Sheng Chuyi not show signs of aging, but he gained an aura refined by years—sometimes when Shen Zhaozhao helped him with his shirt, she could still see a hint of boyish charm in him.
Unlike many men who start to gain weight, go bald, and develop beer bellies upon entering middle age, Sheng Chuyi maintained his physique well.
Especially when wearing a suit, his looks and demeanor completely outshone many twenty-something university students.
