Light joy is like a gray dog, deep love is like the long wind.
Xiao Yanan leaned over and kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes: "The most precious thing in the world is not how many beauties you have..." His lips lingered in his ears, and his voice was as soft as a sigh, "It's about finding someone who is compatible in mind, spirit, and body." His fingertips touched her slightly swollen lips, "One of these treasures is enough for me to treasure for a lifetime."
