You're my wife, don't doubt it!

He had been wondering how Shen Jie had found Zhang Zhengkai's "photo developing darkroom" in such a large maze.

Only after stepping out of the room did he realize that in this vast "city that never sleeps," all the skyscrapers and buildings were dark, like solid replicas mass-produced in a game, impossible to enter.

Almost all light sources come from roadside chandeliers and light pollution from vehicles in the sky.

Only the small "morgue" and "forensic autopsy room" where he had just come out emitted a soft but warm milky-white light.

Even more bizarrely, no matter how far you walk or what angle you look back from, that little house always seems to break through the limitations of your field of vision, ignoring the obstruction of the solid model, like the eternal North Star, appearing and disappearing at the horizon in a certain direction.

"I was originally thinking that place would be some kind of exit," Shen Jie complained.

"..." Xiao Yao thought to himself, that place might not actually be the exit.

Should we go back and explore again?

They said they wanted to deal with Zhang Zhengkai, but with such a huge map, they were just wandering around like headless flies, with little hope of even finding him.

“I bet Shen Jie will like this.” Walking on the brightly lit pedestrian street, Xiao Yao pointed out a picture of Shen Jie walking towards them.

Comrade Shen Jie has a perfect figure with long, straight legs, a slim waist, and a pert bottom. She is wearing a black mini leather skirt that only covers half of her buttocks, leaving her long legs exposed to the air. Her skin is fair and smooth.

What's most outrageous is that even though she looks almost 1.8 meters tall, she's wearing black high heels that are about 8 centimeters high, making a crisp "tap, tap" sound with every step she takes.

The 1.9-meter-tall Shen Jie walked past the two with a cat-like gait, her full breasts swaying gently with each step.

"So-so," Shen Jie commented, "Being tall is a good thing, but this is way too tall, and her taste in clothes... tsk tsk, she looks like a streetwalker."

"Who are you calling a streetwalker?" The tall woman immediately stopped, turned around, and parted her lips slightly.

"I told you! How could you do that?" Shen Jie jumped up beside her.

"No, no, no." The tall Shen Jie immediately backed down and left again with exaggerated cat-like steps.

"These puppets can even talk," Xiao Yao exclaimed in amazement.

“What a silly goose,” Shen Jie said indignantly, “all that tallness for nothing.”

"I thought you had a...special longing for tall people?" Xiao Yao said cautiously.

"Are you mocking me?" Shen Jie's eyebrows shot up.

“You little brat deserves to die,” Xiao Yao said.

“Being tall is certainly a good thing,” Shen Jie said, “but being too tall doesn’t look very harmonious either—I’ve seen people even taller than this.”

"Even taller than this?" Xiao Yao laughed. "Wouldn't that make her the Yao Ming of women?"

“Hehe,” Shen Jie shrugged and said, “Believe me, you don’t want to see this.”

Just as Xiao Yao was about to ask another question, his attention was suddenly drawn to an elderly woman who was trembling and slightly hunched over, leaning on a cane.

"Grandma, let me help you cross the road!" Xiao Yao greeted her warmly.

Shen Jie: "?"

The old lady was about eighty years old, with gray hair that was combed back slightly. Although it was not as thick as that of a young person, it still exuded a dignified and elegant temperament.

The old woman's face and skin had long lost the youthful smoothness and radiance of a young girl due to her age, and she had many wrinkles. However, one could still vaguely see the delicacy and elasticity of her skin in her younger days. Moreover, she looked particularly energetic because of her naturally good bone structure, and her eyes revealed a kind of intelligence and resilience.

The old lady was wearing a plain-colored cheongsam. The fabric was soft and the cut was perfect, highlighting her curves.

Despite her advanced age, her waist remained slender, and her two slightly sagging... slightly sagging... slightly sagging... something pushed up her clothes, leaving two... never mind.

The old lady's hands were also exceptionally beautiful, with slender fingers and nail polish painted a light red that shimmered in the moonlight.

Although she has aged, she still exudes a scholarly and noble air in her every move.

"Little friend, what are you doing?" The old lady smiled gently at Xiao Yao, her voice a little hoarse, but still clear and articulate.

"It's about respecting the elderly and caring for the young, and I'm a member of the Youth League too," Xiao Yao replied somewhat shyly.

“But is it possible, I mean, just one possibility,” the old lady said with a smile, “that I didn’t intend to cross the road?”

"Pfft—" Shen Jie next to her clutched her stomach and started her signature Shen-style maniacal laughter.

"Oh, this, this, this, this, this, this..." Xiao Yao was extremely embarrassed and had no choice but to help the old lady back.

"Those who offer gifts without a reason are either wicked or thieves!" Watching the old lady leave, Shen Jie finally stopped her maniacal laughter: "Little friend, what are you doing?"

She imitated the old woman's tone of voice.

"It's nothing," Xiao Yao said casually. "I just wanted to see what you'll look like when you're old."

"Um—" Shen Jie was speechless for a moment, not expecting him to say that.

"It seems acceptable," Xiao Yao said, feigning a relaxed tone.

"Go to hell," Shen Jie said viciously, "You take advantage of me at the slightest opportunity."

“No,” Xiao Yao explained earnestly, “Once you were taking a shower… cough cough, no, once when you were at my house, I sang to you, saying how many people admired your youthful beauty, but who can withstand the ruthless changes of time, how many people have come and gone in your life, but know that I will always be by your side.”

“Isn’t this Shui Mu Nian Hua’s ‘You’ll Be With Me All My Life’?” Shen Jie said.

“Then you told me,” Xiao Yao continued, “you didn’t believe these words, so you asked me to prove it to you.”

"And then?" Shen Jie asked curiously.

"Later, I actually found a way to prove it to you—don't ask how exactly," Xiao Yao said. "Later, I was really, really curious about what you'll look like when you're old, so just now I..."

“Oh,” Shen Jie said.

“I can’t help but think about what it will be like when we’re both old,” Xiao Yao turned to Shen Jie and said gently, “when we’re both old, we can go for a walk together every day, along the sunset… supporting each other, just like we were just now. Or you’ll be in a wheelchair and I’ll push you, or I’ll be in a wheelchair and you’ll push me…”

Shen Jie's face turned slightly red. She stretched out her hands and forcefully covered her ears: "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it. You're so good at flirting, you must have a lot of girlfriends, right?"

Not many, only two, and then one was split up.

Even within the established framework of this world, there can only be one?

"No way," Xiao Yao said gently to Shen Jie, "You're my first girlfriend, and considering our relationship—"

"Shut up!" Shen Jie stomped her foot. "Who's your girlfriend?!"

As she said this, she walked away with a slightly flushed face.

"Are you coming or not?" After taking seven or eight steps, he stopped, turned around and asked Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao's mouth was slightly open, somewhat lost in thought: "..."

"Hey?!" Shen Jie came back again, stretched out her hand with five fingers spread, and waved it in front of Xiao Yao's eyes.

"I suddenly thought of something," Xiao Yao said mysteriously to Shen Jie, snapping out of his reverie.

"What's going on?" Shen Jie asked warily. "Judging from your sneaky grin, it's definitely not going to be anything good."

"Good news, good news, it must be good news." Xiao Yao smiled and habitually took Shen Jie's hand: "You know, in this city..."

"Ouch!" Shen Jie jerked her hand away as if she'd been electrocuted: "You want to slap me again?"

"You said there should be kindergartens or something in this city, right?" Xiao Yao awkwardly withdrew his hand.

Shen Jie stared in surprise, her eyes wide, her face saying, "I'm about to call the police."

……

As the two walked toward the kindergarten, the streets became increasingly crowded.

They walked and asked around, and everyone pointed them in the same direction.

"Can't we just hold hands?" Xiao Yao said, feigning a pitiful expression as they walked. "There are so many of you around. What if we get separated in the crowd? Where would I go?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Shen Jie reached out and grabbed Xiao Yao's sleeve: "Don't give me that, you womanizing expert."

"Then you'd better hurry up," Xiao Yao urged Shen Jie.

“You’re too clever,” Shen Jie told Xiao Yao. “I can’t trust someone like you. If grabbing your sleeve isn’t enough, I’ll buy you a dog collar and put it on you, then I’ll keep you on a leash—”

“Haha, you know what,” Xiao Yao told Shen Jie, “when we’re out, you call me Gouzi.”

"Shameless," Shen Jie said.

“Sigh, I never thought that a guy who has been single for 15 years would receive such a compliment as ‘you’re so good at this.’ I really don’t know whether to be happy or sad.”

“Save your breath,” Shen Jie said. “I’m engaged—I’ve seen plenty of guys like you. Don’t treat me like an ignorant, easily fooled little girl.”

“I can make a bet with you. I can’t speak for other girls, but you,” Xiao Yao said leisurely, “even if the timeline resets fifty times, I can still win you over fifty times. Even if you forget me a hundred times, as long as fate allows us to know each other again, I can bring you back to my side a hundred times, because you are my destiny…”

This time, Shen Jie didn't interrupt or scold him. She just whispered, "...Don't say anything more."

Xiao Yao obeyed the order.

The two walked through the bustling streets and the crowds. Shen Jie held Xiao Yao's sleeve tightly, as if she was really afraid that he would be swept away by the crowd in the blink of an eye.

No one spoke anymore.

Shen Jie suddenly raised her head, rolled up her upper eyelids, and stole a glance at him.

“Meh?” Xiao Yao said.

“I’m still meowing,” Shen Jie said.

"Woof," Xiao Yao said.

Shen Jie: "...Speechless."

……

"Hey, tell me," Shen Jie looked up again, "You mean this is my fiancé's mental world?"