Qin Zheng believed that most of An Yi's words were true. She might have concealed some things, but to have explained to this extent was already quite difficult.
He instinctively pulled her into his arms: "You are truly a gift from Gu Cheng, a surprise even after being unwrapped. Thank you, An Yi. Whether you're Yishui or An Yi, to me, you're my wife. Let's transfer you here, I'll apply for housing, and we'll live a good life together. You keep saying you're old; are you sure your age is real? With that face of yours, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say you're twenty."
"The age is real, as for the face, it might look more delicate due to years of protection."
"A transfer is doable, but it's not something that can be arranged in three days. Anyway, there's no rush; we'll take it slow. While here, could you also help me find out if there's a closer middle school to transfer to?"
"Not planning to teach elementary or high school?"
