Chapter 292: Ye Jianhua’s Transformation

Yan Aohan was stunned for a moment, then laughed helplessly. He tapped Zhu Yanyi’s head lightly. "Your little head is full of wild thoughts. Stop overthinking." He smiled and said, "Come on, let’s go." He extended his left hand. Zhu Yanyi didn’t mind and placed her right hand in his.

Suddenly, a strange current seemed to bind them. Zhu Yanyi found herself frozen. She knew what she was doing, but her body wouldn’t move. Her right hand grew hotter and hotter. She wanted to let go, but couldn’t. Yan Aohan’s eyes darkened slightly. He felt the same heat. On his left wrist and her right wrist, purple-gold ropes with knot patterns appeared. The ropes seemed to sense something. Small ends emerged and reached toward each other. The two ropes connected, forming a concentric knot, then retreated back into their wrists. The heat slowly faded.

They instinctively let go. Zhu Yanyi looked at Yan Aohan in disbelief, then at her own wrist. This purple-gold rope was tied by Venerable Yanluo on the day she was reborn. She had said her hand would grow warm when she met her other half. But she never expected this scene. It was too magical. She rubbed her forehead. Was Venerable Yanluo tying a red thread of fate, or creating a grudge?

Yan Aohan looked at his left hand. "A master once told me I would be lonely all my life, with no marriage. Because many lifetimes ago, I owed someone a marriage debt. If I couldn’t repay it, I would remain alone forever. But when my destined person appears, I will feel it. I just didn’t expect the sign to be like this. Let me clarify first: I don’t have a fetish for children." Yan Aohan spoke before Zhu Yanyi could open her mouth. "But if that person is you, I think I can wait."

"Heh." Zhu Yanyi glanced at Yan Aohan. "You are twelve years older than me. I am eleven this year, and you are twenty-three. To marry, we must be adults. So, calculate it. At least until I am twenty. Then you will be thirty-two. Are you sure you can wait?" Zhu Yanyi didn’t look down on Yan Aohan. From his behavior, she knew his family background was unusual. Such a family would not allow their descendant to remain unmarried, waiting for a commoner. Zhu Yanyi didn’t think she had that much luck. At the same time, she blamed Venerable Yanluo. If you tie a rope, why tie such a person to me? If I don’t form a bond with him, will I be alone for life again? Zhu Yanyi felt it was more practical to prepare for a life of solitude.

Yan Aohan saw Zhu Yanyi’s hopeless expression and laughed. "Ani, your calculation is wrong. You only see that I am older than you now. But calculate it. When you were one year old, I was thirteen. That was thirteen times. Now you are eleven, and I am twenty-three. That is about twice the age. When you are twenty-one, I will be thirty-three. The gap shrinks even more. Actually, as we get older, the age ratio will shrink more and more. When you are eighty, I will be ninety-two. People will only say we are old lucky stars. No one will say there is a problem with our ages."