A lifetime spans just over thirty thousand days.
When this number lay before him, Qin Guanglin felt a sudden tightness in his heart.
It seemed... rather short.
Now in his twenties, after one-third of his time was devoted to sleep and another third to work, the remaining time he truly had at his own disposal was merely a few thousand days.
"You calculate it like this, and suddenly I feel like there really isn't much time left."
Qin Guanglin was startled by his own calculations.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, why does everything you say turn sour once it reaches your lips?" He Fang muttered discontentedly, looking down.
"What changed... Don't use math problems to calculate the length of life. We have many more years together. If we work harder now, we'll relax later..." Qin Guanglin said slowly as he pinched her soft flesh, bending down to kiss her, "I've noticed you're becoming more and more ladylike, what's happening? Huh?"