Qin Li shook his head with a wry smile. Shiyu's train of thought was lightning-fast, practically a form of Instant Teleportation. She would often come out with a sudden remark that left him speechless.
"I'm serious," Shiyu said softly, her gaze fixed on Qin Li. "I understand your feelings for me. As a woman, I naturally don't want to share a man with someone else. But Leng Yao has been with you for so many years, through thick and thin. She's followed you without any regrets or complaints, all while enduring the invisible pressure from me. It hasn't been easy for her. Look at how much her strength has improved—it's at the level of a supreme genius. Yet, her innate aptitude isn't that of a supreme genius, which just shows that she works many times harder than any of us can see. For a woman like her, husband, can you really bear to watch her youth slip away, only for her beauty to fade and leave her all alone in the end?"
