Ye Xiwen patted the little girl on the head. She stuck out her tiny tongue, looking adorable, though a little embarrassed that Ye Xiwen had seen through her thoughts.
"Grandpa Ye, why does Sister Li only come by once in such a long time?" Since Nuan Nuan's thoughts had already been exposed by Ye Xiwen, she simply asked outright.
"She's very, very busy. She's a very high-ranking official now. How could she come often?" Ye Xiwen said with a chuckle.
The person Nuan Nuan meant was Li Chenxi. Two hundred years had passed—two whole centuries—and she had never given up.
Ye Xiwen knew that Li Chenxi had feelings for him, but he was not someone who could give her happiness. Sooner or later, he would leave. When that time came, was he supposed to leave her all alone?
Thus, he quickly began distancing himself from Li Chenxi. Yet she was even more stubborn than he had imagined. Over the past two hundred years, she came to visit every so often. Sometimes she said nothing at all, merely sat for a while, and cooked Ye Xiwen a meal.
Ye Xiwen could not persuade her otherwise, so he let her be. Neither of them said anything, yet there was an unspoken understanding between them. Neither chose to lay it bare.
Gradually, all the neighbors in the area learned about it. After all, Li Chenxi never tried to hide it whenever she came.
Two hundred years had passed. It was not only the Ye Family that had undergone enormous changes; the two of them had changed as well. Ye Xiwen himself had grown increasingly old, aging slowly like an ordinary man. From youth to young adulthood, from his prime to old age, he sank little by little into the passage of years. Looking