"But I still have one major concern." Xiang Xiaotong's voice was soft, but she was extremely serious. "I'm worried about the shelf life of our feelings."
"You and I are both biologists, so we understand how love works. Most of it comes from hormones. Even without professional knowledge, there's the saying about the seven-year itch."
"Right now, you can swear eternal love, and so can I. But the people we'll become in the future won't be the people we are now. Which couple headed for divorce didn't believe in everlasting love when they were passionately in love? There's no way to guarantee that feelings won't change."
"When you do something, you have to think about its end from the very beginning. How long is the shelf life of our relationship? What will happen when it ends?"
Song He listened seriously. When she finished, he smiled. "Honey, you're being too pessimistic. Love will naturally end, but the familial affection that follows is even more steadfast. For two suitable people to stay together for life isn't a fairy tale—it's actually very common."
"We've been together for so many years, eating, living, and working together. Our life is actually very similar to that of an old married couple keeping each other company day and night. But our feelings haven't faded. They've only grown stronger, haven't they?"
Xiang Xiaotong shook her head. "Of course it would be wonderful if passionate love could become warm familial affection, but I think it's too risky."
"Risky?" Song He was stunned.
"If this were an ordinary family, with husband and wife relying on each other and making do with life together, they might spend their whole lives that way. But we're both enormously wealthy. Too many temptations are waiting for us, and we can easily buy new love."