"Qing'er, you say, how distressing is my heart?" He was on the verge of tears, yet a smile hung on his lips, "For the sake of money, humanity vanishes, and those who were once closest to me have become the ones who seek my death."
Su Qingyue's expression was as serene as the clouds and the breeze, "So by that account, Master Chang is also no more than twenty-nine years old now..."
"My birth month is late in the year, so I have not yet turned twenty-nine, only twenty-eight," he revealed with a smile he deemed amiable, "Qing'er, it's not that I'm petty about this half year, but you are only sixteen now, and I don't wish to be so much older than you. I really regret that when you saved me, why did I say what others think I am, thirty-nine, when in fact, when we met last year, I was only twenty-seven."