"Come on, tell me. Did your confession work? When are you getting married?"
Theresa pressed eagerly, deeply concerned about her best friend's lifelong happiness.
She was still hoping to hold a nephew or niece someday.
A niece would be best. She had even thought of a name already.
"Oh, marriage? There's no way that's happening anytime soon. Besides, I wouldn't say my confession was a success."
Cecilia spoke shyly and shared what had happened the previous night with Theresa.
"(⊙o⊙)..." Theresa blinked in disbelief.
A marriage from fifty thousand years ago could still affect someone today? That was absurd.
But then she thought of her grandfather... Good grief, he had been pining for someone for five hundred years without ever marrying her.
Maybe it was not so impossible to accept.
It was just...
Cecilia, do you really think this is enough? Isn't this a little bad?
This concerned her whole life. Continuing like this seemed like such a waste of youth.
Human lifespans could not compare to monsters like Herrschers. By the time she had waited away her youth, there might still be no answer.
Theresa really wanted to say what was on her mind, but seeing the contented look in her best friend's eyes, she wisely kept quiet.
Shattering a young girl's dream was too cruel. Helping her fulfill that dream was far more appealing.
She did not have that ability, but surely her grandfather could think of something.
So Theresa went to discuss it with her scheming grandfather, and Otto found it amusing.
"You're saying Mister Chang'an's wife is someone from fifty thousand years ago? And he still has a chance to see his wife?"
Otto asked with a smile, delight blooming in his heart.
Well, well. So they were the same kind of person.
"Cecilia said so.