"It's okay, it's okay."
Ji Xinghuo heaved a sigh of relief, thankful that she was only sixty-five, just forty years older than him. But then he thought, she and Xia Qingyu were the same age, belonging to his parents' generation. If they had married and had children earlier, they could have been grandmothers by now.
Though it was the 23rd century now, and people, due to increased average lifespans and Mutants living even longer, age-gap romances were quite common and acceptable.
But still, a forty-year age difference in lovers was somewhat outrageous.
Ji Xinghuo couldn't help but complain, "When I first met you, you claimed to be twenty-six, just four years older than me. Turns out, you were sixty-two then, forty years older than me..."
"What, you don't like that I'm old?" Ren Mian's eyes became slightly menacing.
"Absolutely not!"
