Can't Middle-Aged People Fall in Love?

In today's novels, the male lead's career goes like this: writing at three, fighting at five, shaping the tides of fortune at seven, and retiring from the martial world at nine.

His love life goes like this: a childhood sweetheart from birth, a white moonlight as he grows up, beauties on both arms at eighteen, and a sudden change of heart at twenty.

"What about thirty?"

Professor Xie took off his glasses and smiled faintly. "Who wants to read about a thirty-year-old old man? He's practically ready for the crematorium!"

Lin Shuqing smiled too. "But my life only began at thirty."

Because that's the year I met you.

The tender confusion of youth is worth celebrating,

but the graceful ease that comes with age is a gift from time.

A love story about two middle-aged "old men." Both have exes, and neither is sexually inexperienced.

Rational choices matter more than emotional impulses. The vows I make to you at this age are solemn, every word sincere.

I am so glad that after sailing past countless shores, you are still by my side.

[A shameless plug for an upcoming story, which may be revised later]

Theme: The things time has taught us.