"Yes, you really shouldn't trouble me; I didn't give you a long deadline, just 30,000 days."
Tong Xiaohua was stunned for a moment. She thought that if he really wanted to coax her, he would probably say 'a lifetime.'
But he said, just 30,000 days.
30,000 days, how much is that?
Tong Xiaohua quickly engaged her brain cells and did a rough calculation: 30,000 days is about 82 years.
She's 18 this year, plus 82 years, that would make it exactly 100 years old.
The mood that was just depressed suddenly soared because of this answer.
Yet she felt too embarrassed to show too much happiness or expectation. She just curled her lip disdainfully and said, "Just 30,000 days? I thought it was for eternity!"
Yan Bo bowed his head and pecked at the corner of her eye, his voice as warm as a breeze caressing past her ear.
"I'm not greedy; I don't ask for eternity. I only hope to cherish you dearly, pamper you thoroughly, and love you without regrets for this lifetime!"
