Quick Transmigration: Doting on My Wife Without Limits

[This story is not for people who come looking for things to criticize. It's just a novel. If you like it, add it to your favorites. If you don't, don't read it. Please don't come nitpicking and making a fuss in my reviews. If you don't like it, don't read it. Thanks for your cooperation.]

[One author wrote a book, came back, and wanted to change styles again. But then the author didn't want to lock the story again, so they split it into volumes. If there's another hiccup later, it'll be split into volumes again. The volume titles will match the story title, except for the final volume, which will return to the original title, I Loved You for Forty-Five Thousand Years. Yep, that's it!]

I waited five thousand years for you, searched for you for forty-five thousand years, and in the end... could only love you for forty-five thousand years.