When Shen Yang and Fu Ji first met, they were bound by fate...
Shen Yang: "That's right, I'm your ancestor, and more than a dozen generations older than you."
Fu Ji: "Oh, come on. That's just your nominal age. When you died, you were still several hundred years younger than me."
Shen Yang: "But by then I'd already become a matchmaker, while you're just a little apprentice."
Fu Ji: "...Boring."
Shen Yang: You little brat, comparing yourself to your great-aunt!
Sigh, looking back now, you ultimately faded away...
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