Fu Shiyan's heart trembled at the words.
He hadn't expected An Yan's first thought upon waking to be about divorcing him.
He grabbed An Yan's hand, "Wife, can't we not get divorced? I admit I haven't done well before, but it was due to some unavoidable reasons that the wedding has been postponed. Give me a chance, it's okay to forget, I'll tell you everything, I'm begging you."
An Yan lifted her hand to prop up the man's chin, "Was I enchanted by this face of yours in the beginning?"
Fu Shiyan was taken aback and then gazed at her with his affectionate and profound eyes, "There was a certain reason."
"But you look a bit old, don't you?" An Yan slightly furrowed her brows, "Uncle, how much older are you than me?"
Fu Shiyan felt a strong pang, his Adam's apple bobbed, "Eight years."
An Yan clicked her tongue lightly, "That's a lot. Aren't younger brothers all the rage these days?"
Fu Shiyan: "..."