23-Year-old Fei Yin and 18-year-old Jiang Cheng.
A nerdy literary young woman and a miserable, miserable little girl.
"I'm five years older than you."
"Yeah."
"Think about it carefully. I was already thirty when you were twenty-five. If I were walking on the road with you, people might think that we are mother and son."
"No," Jiang Cheng pursed his lips and said seriously, "You have a baby face."
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"Go and take a look outside. There are many old couples and young couples, and some of them are old wives and young husbands. If we were together, what would people say about us? Those who understand can even express true love, while those who don't understand think I am keeping a little wolfdog. Besides, we are still I'm young and can't see the age difference. From now on, it's said that no matter how old a man is, his favorite girl is an eighteen-year-old girl. "Jiang Cheng, I'm not mentally strong enough to ignore the rumors from the outside world and bear your disdain in the future."
Jiang Cheng straightened his back in silence and stared at Fei Yin. After a while, he replied in frustration: "I don't like eighteen-year-old girls."
"Look at how unweaned you are, what will you do if when we get old, I leave before you and leave you alone?"
"No."
"Why not? I am older than you. Women always age faster than men."
"It's okay, men always die faster than women."
"What nonsense."
"You see, all the queen mothers in this drama are queens. The emperor is gone long ago."
"Then why don't you think about it? I don't know how many wives the emperor has changed. The original wife has died long ago."
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