"I have lost my youthful bloom; are you going to look down on me now?" Ruan Xingzhu gazed into Murong Fu’s face and asked with a hollow tone.
"That will never happen. I have never once thought of you that way. You are only thirty-three, in the prime of your life, like a flower in full bloom. Besides, you are only a few years older than Yuyan, and you have taken such good care of yourself—how could I ever despise you?"
Murong Fu looked at Ruan Xingzhu, gently brushed a lock of hair matted to her forehead by sweat to the side, kissed her brow, and said with earnest sincerity.
Chapter 141