Summary
Hand in hand with my husband, I’d weathered more than sixty years of storms. I thought I could say, without hesitation, that I had no regrets in this life.
I never imagined that on my ninety‑first birthday banquet, my nineteen‑year‑old husband would appear, having traveled through time.
Eyes shining with excitement, he grabbed my hands and said, “Shen Qingyi, is that you? Did I really marry you?”
I was stunned.
My name isn’t Shen Qingyi.
Yet my son and daughter are named Ah Qing and Xiao Yi…