After Sheng Wuji finished speaking, he slipped a pen into Ah Li's hand. As long as she signed her name in the signature box at the end of the agreement, everything would be hers.

The pen nib landed on the paper, leaving no trace, before Ahri collected it.

The pen spun around on Ali's fingertip once more, but she didn't sign it; instead, she put the agreement away.

Under Sheng Wuji's questioning gaze, she hugged him and gave him a kiss.

Her kisses were so tender they made his heart tremble, landing on his lips again and again, as if she were treating the most beloved person.

Why would she be willing to take her sister's place?

It is love.

It was a deep love for him.

As dusk deepened outside the window, the last rays of the setting sun shone through the glass, gilding the distinct profiles of the two men.

Sheng Wuji heard her say tenderly, "I only want you."

He was cherished by her.

At that moment, the darkness in his world dissipated, leaving only her.

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Later on...

The female protagonist, whom Ahri called "sister," left this place for a wider world, realized her ideals and ambitions, and became a strong woman.

When she passed away peacefully, Ah Li and Sheng Wuji came to see her together.

Sheng Wuji did not appear before her; he waited for Ah Li outside.

The female protagonist held Ahri's hand and said, "Thank you."

Ahri squeezed her hand and asked, "Then would you be willing to give me your female lead aura?"

The female protagonist slowly closed her eyes, nodded, and said, "I do."

That night, her appearance changed her situation and gave her freedom.

She has always been grateful to her.

She had also read the novel and knew that it had a female protagonist and a male protagonist.

Therefore, she simply assumed that all of this was just a hallucination she had before she died.

Because in other people's eyes, Ahri holding her hand could not hide the grief in his heart.

It seemed that no one around Ahri had heard what she had just said.

She felt extremely tired, and she could sense her life force slowly fading away.

She slowly released Ah Li's hand and looked at the light outside the window.

In that light, she seemed to see her lover coming to pick her up.

She and her lover met, fell in love, and grew old together after decades of dating.

But he left before her.

Now, he has come to pick her up.

The female protagonist reached out her hand towards the light, a happy smile on her face...

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So, over the decades in this small world...

Ah Li and Sheng Wuji had a child, the kind of child that could fill a football team.

Sheng Wuji would also personally deliver a surprise to Ali every day. Sometimes it was gold, sometimes it was a jewelry necklace he won at an auction, and sometimes he would even make it himself.

There are beautiful dried flowers, and there are cups printed with photos of the two of them... His surprises are never the same.

It was like a clear morning after the rain when Ahri opened the window and found a glass box on the windowsill. Inside, curled up, was a pure white Persian kitten with a silver bell around its neck. Underneath was a note that read: "It's like you; its eyes can speak."

On their wedding anniversary, Ahri found a sandalwood music box on her dressing table.

Winding it up, a recording of "Moonlight Sonata" personally made by Sheng Wuji floated out, ending with the line: "Still rusty, practiced for three months."

Looking at her happy reflection in the mirror, she suddenly noticed a ginkgo brooch in her jewelry box—an antique she had casually mentioned liking last month.

The most surprising thing was the eve of Valentine's Day.

Ahri received a palm-sized clay doll; its crooked and distorted shape clearly indicated it was a beginner's work.

The doll is holding up a sign that says "I love you" in its left hand, but has half a piece of chocolate stuck to its right hand.

It was only later that we learned that Sheng Wuji had spent the whole night working on the pottery studio, and in the end, he could only use melted chocolate to keep his arm from falling off.

These are like a web gradually woven with love and romance.

One day, Ah Li and the children bumped into Sheng Wuji in the garden, who was tiptoeing to hang glass wind chimes on several large trees in the yard.

The morning light shone through his mud-stained shirt, casting a flustered yet tender shadow on the ground.

Even with his hair turned white, Sheng Wuji did not change this habit.

Their children witnessed their parents' love firsthand and lived a happy, sweet, and fulfilling life.

【over】