As expected, Jiang Xiaobai foresaw it, the relationship between Zhan Youxiang and Jiang Yunxia really is unusual.
"My wife passed away a long time ago, and she is currently divorced. I'm pursuing her, should there be any objections?" Zhan Youxiang laughed.
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Of course, you both have that right."
"Sigh." Zhan Youxiang sighed, "It's always me making the effort while she remains cold and distant without ever promising anything to me."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Zhan, you should understand. You're both at the stage of middle age now. People at this age won't love as fiercely and recklessly as teenagers do. I think middle-aged romance should be like this, like a cup of tea, slightly bitter but with a sweet aftertaste. It should also be like a piece of jade, cool to the touch, yet so warm."
Zhan Youxiang stared blankly at Jiang Xiaobai, with his long-standing confusion now cleared, as though enlightened by this conversation.
