Yan Jili was overwhelmed by the overwhelming happiness and almost fainted.

He held her in his arms.

Even his tall frame couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Wife..."

"It feels like a dream."

Shen Zhiyi chuckled, "You still haven't told me why you drank so much last night?"

Yan Jili paused.

He spoke in a low voice.

"I hit Lin Boxi."

"What?!" Shen Zhiyi pulled him away. "You hit someone?"

Yan Jili's face darkened.

Are you worried about him?

"No..." Shen Zhiyi quickly patted his head, "I'm afraid he'll try to extort money from you."

Yan Jili's expression softened somewhat.

“I’m jealous of him.” He looked into her eyes and said bluntly, “I’m jealous of his youth, and I’m jealous of your past.”

"He possesses aspects of you that I have never seen before."

"The thought that you two might have been so close, and the words used to describe childhood sweethearts, makes me want to kill him."

Shen Zhiyi could only laugh helplessly.

Why are you jealous of him?

“He never truly possessed me.” She nestled into Yan Jili’s embrace, her fingertips tracing his heart. “The one I’m truly intimate with is you. My past is insignificant, but you will possess my present and my future.”

"Throughout my life, I've seen all sorts of versions of myself, versions I've never even seen before."

"Until I die of old age."

"That's several decades, a longer period than most people's."

Her words, like a warm current, struck his heart in an instant.

Yan Jili embraced her, remaining silent for a long time.

He felt the intense and overwhelming love that filled his entire being, making his soul tremble.

They stayed in the room all day.

At dinner time.

Aunt Zhang passed by outside the door.

I heard a few low murmurs coming from inside.

"Wife...be good...open your mouth wider."

"You can eat it, huh?"

Zhang Ma's pupils dizzy with shock!

This...this...

Sir and Madam, what are you doing?!

She covered her face and ran downstairs as fast as she could.