However, Gandalf quite appreciates Feng Yi, gossiping as much as Francis, with a warm smile saying "a perfect match," almost directly pushing Emily onto you.

"Young man, how's it going? Still single? Milly has mentioned you quite a bit over these years."

Single is single, but he already has a child, can't really say he's completely single, right? Nonetheless, Feng Yi doesn't want to embarrass anyone, after all, they were kind to him back then. Now, he just tries to dodge the question, "Haha, let's call it single, but..."

"Oh, nothing but 'single,' haha, well, well... Kid, it's crowded over there, come, sit beside Grandpa."

"Uh... alright."

Feng Yi was quickly placed next to Milly by Gandalf, so naturally, so evidently.

Lasso's smile was gratified, calling over Milly and Francis, then handed each a red envelope, "Grandpa doesn't have much to give you, here, take this."

"Wow! Thank you, Grandpa Lasso." Milly was overjoyed, her face glowing with happiness.

"Hey, thanks, Grandpa Lasso."

Damn, what kind of world is this, buddy fights monsters to earn money and you give red envelopes to others.

Coincidentally, both old men thought alike, Gandalf wasn't slow either, secretly slipping a big package to Feng Yi.

"Thanks, thanks..."

At this moment, Feng Yi felt like sitting on pins and needles, words almost incoherent; it feels like a matchmaking event.

Lasso then gave Feng Yi an approving look, yes, right, you're absolutely correct in thinking, today you're brought here for matchmaking, and it's a child betrothal that's coming to fruition as the two harmonious old men reveal. Milly finally shyly lowered her head...

"Hey, a friend in need, you're a close buddy, say something, won't you?" Feng Yi kicked Francis hard, for he's the insider, buddy already has grown kids, what's the point of matchmaking.

"Ouch! Why kick me? This subtlety isn't like you, my old pal."

"Don't all young people act like this, being reserved is good, being reserved is good. Back on the Colonial Planet, your Grandpa Lasso and I arranged this marriage."

Lasso laughed reflectively, "Hahaha, yes, back then you were both much more reserved than now."

This statement made Feng Yi grimace with heavy heart!

The two old men are just too sharp. Had he known the pace was so fast, he should've said he already had someone. Given the current situation, escape seems the best option, so Feng Yi soon makes an excuse of drinking too much to leave; the room was pre-arranged.

"Milly, go take care of Feng Yi, make sure he doesn't throw up again."

Emily's eyes sparkled suddenly, but she decided to stay a bit reserved, just a tiny bit: "Grandpa, is this okay?"

This sounds not very reserved either, but Lasso gave Milly an approving look at this moment: "Go on, child, if that rascal dares bully you, tell me."

"Don't worry, Grandpa, I will 'properly' take care of Feng Yi."

Thus Milly turned and entered without knocking.

At this moment, Feng Yi felt a sense of awareness, a sense of alertness, because he sensed an unusual gaze, like a hunter watching prey. Though unseen for many years, he had to say Emily's appearance hadn't changed much, embodying the image of an obedient and well-behaved girl, quite unlike the fleet commander, with striking New Human pink hair.

"Indeed, you're not drunk."

"I'm not drunk."

"Huh, what do you mean?"

"You're too naive; you think acting the good girl can fool the old guys? I'm not even his match."

"Hmph, like you're so formidable."

"Uh..."

"Mm-hmm, let's not talk about this, would you like to have a drink alone, or a shower first, or perhaps..."

"First eat you, right? Don't worry, I'm not interested in eating humans; stick to the topic."

Milly's gaze suddenly deepened, "You're clearly not a straightforward guy, why do you have this attitude with me? I can't comprehend."

Feng Yi turned and stared intently at her...

"Absolutely stunning face, even with light makeup, lips touched up, you old spinster don't always hope to seduce me, we're finished."

"Finished what, aren't you an unmarried old bachelor too? Besides, before the 22nd century, my age would be under twenty."

Feng Yi felt a shockingly clear moment of realization, he's reduced to being called a leftover man. Alas, alas, a good man doesn't argue with a woman, following human lifespan conversion, only those unmarried over eighty would be classified as leftover men.

"I served the nation, no time for romance, hahaha."

"I wasn't fighting a war then?"

Uh, yet another blow, arguing with this highly intelligent woman doesn't seem to be in his favor.

"Fine, you win. Tell me what you want."

"You're truly indifferent," Milly's tone was unusually somber: "I just want to talk with you properly."

Feng Yi felt a hidden ache inside, yet he firmly answered: "We've been finished for a long time."

"Turns out, you still won't forgive me."

Emily lowered her head...indeed, because her order once led to the sacrifice of tens of thousands of Federation soldiers, people who were Feng Yi's comrades, who fought alongside him risking life and death—but did she have many choices? When armies clash, who isn't compelled by circumstances?

"If I could choose now, I too wouldn't change my decision back then."

"That's what bothers me! That was tens of thousands of soldiers, understand what it signifies, tens of thousands of families, tens of thousands of lives!"

Feng Yi's emotions showed rare fluctuation, though his voice remained calm as ever, his expression became very serious.

He fought so many battles, despite wins and losses, he valued the soldiers' lives most heavily. Emily's everything considered solely from a strategic angle, he simply cannot forgive, or answer to the fallen brothers.

"Alright, who isn't a high-cold goddess, I didn't expect your forgiveness."

"Then why stand here, sorry, that's my emotion, you had no need to say this."

"No, I must say! War is war, life is life, they shouldn't be mixed. As for your fallen brethren, I requested my brother long ago, gave each family a sum of money as a small compensation, and used personal maximum authority to handle their life issues thereafter."

Feng Yi's expression finally softened somewhat: "I see, you have a good heart."

"Good."

At this moment, Emily seemed to revert to the resolute fleet commander she once was, saying, "Then let's begin our topic."

"I'm all ears."

"Promises made, debts owed, hope you haven't forgotten you owe me a promise."

Since Feng Yi undoubtedly experienced life, transcended, and had certain irrelevant memories erased by Mo Ying, this can't be blamed on him, "What promise, I forgot."

"Can't recall, huh?"

"Uh... sorry."

"Hmph, I'll make you recall."

At that instant, Emily unhesitantly darted into Feng Yi's embrace.

Still pondering her so-called memory, Feng Yi was momentarily distracted, only to be entirely claimed by Emily's fragrant tongue, leaving an imperceptible mark at the tip...

The swift surge of memory pierced through Feng Yi's thoughts.

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