"Actually, when I realized that your body might age, I was very happy," Yuanyuan said. "Although it isn't really you, it means... we can grow old together."
"I don't like growing old, not even in a long dream," Su Ming'an said.
"But to me, it's different," Yuanyuan curled her lips, her smile always serene and silent. "It's like... we're still living on Zhai Xing, living in the days gone by... We share the same boat, fulfilling our life ideals, living close together, until we're both gray-haired."
Su Ming'an showed an expression of incomprehension: "Growing old... what's good about it?"
Listening to his puzzled tone, she suddenly understood that the gap between them was here. He couldn't understand the feelings brought by the long years, and she couldn't comprehend his mere one year of stagnation.
