So when the drug took effect, Qi Yijuan mistook Yao Anjing's face for Qiao Zhen's face. But Qi Yijuan eventually realized that the person under him was not Qiao Zhen. It wasn't some kind of telepathy, but because when he and Qiao Zhen were in bed, Qiao Zhen was always on top and he was on the bottom.
Qi Yijuan also said on the show: "I was afraid she would leave me. When I was young, I wanted to announce it to the world and let everyone know that she was my wife. We had a wedding, but the memory was not good. In the end, she only gave me a marriage."
Qiao Zhen grasped Qi Yijuan's hand in return, "I'm sorry, but if you wish, we can hold a wedding of the century, only if you wish."
Qi Yijuan shook his head, his eyes becoming moist again. "No, the consequences are too severe. I wouldn't be able to bear it if it happened again. If you're willing to give me a wedding, let's wait until we're seventy or eighty years old."
The host couldn't understand what the two were saying, but cleverly didn't press the issue. Instead, he steered the conversation towards their married life and their children.
The year is 2083 on Earth.
Qi Yijuan was seventy-five years old, and Qiao Zhen was eighty-five. Both of them were close to their graves. Qiao Zhen kept her promise and gave Qi Yijuan a wedding of the century.
When the two were nestled together on the wedding bed, Qiao Zhen belatedly said, "Have I ever had amnesia? I feel like I've forgotten my background."
Qi Yijuan's aged face drew closer to Qiao Zhen's. "Do you despise me? Look at me, I'm old and ugly."
Qiao Zhen reached out and covered his face, touching it inch by inch. "No, you are the most handsome."
Until Qiao Zhen's hand slipped limply to the ground.
Qi Yijuan caught Qiao Zhen's hand and murmured, "You appeared in my arms out of thin air..."
He looked at her white hair, turned to embrace her, and slowly closed his eyes.
He didn't hesitate and went on the journey with her.
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