บท 900: Will You Marry Me? (3)

An Xiaxia nibbled her fingers and racked her brain. After much hesitation, she finally nodded. "I think… I'll still like you."

That perfunctory answer didn't please Mr. Sheng at all, and he now gave An Xiaxia a resentful look.

"Xiaxia, I didn't expect you to be this superficial."

"Hm… I was just thinking that by the time our appearances change, it will be so many years later. After being together for all that time, our love will have become the affection between family members, wouldn't it? There will be no 'like' or 'dislike' to talk about."

Sheng Yize listened in silence, then bent down and kissed her lightly on the corner of her mouth. "No, they wouldn't be."

Love was love.

True love wouldn't disappear with the passage of time.

It would be like making wine — the love would accumulate and become stronger.