When we met for the first time, she said: "I'll give you tea, please take it easy."
He thought this was the end.
Later I discovered that this was the beginning of his life.
She is gentle, but sharp.
Hard-spoken, but soft-hearted.
I have carried it alone for three years, but I am still willing to believe in others.
When you slap him in the face, your eyes will light up.
When he laughed, he wanted to keep watching.
His mother objected, but he said it had to be her.
A love rival appears and he says he only cares about her.
She asked: "How much do you love me?"
He thought for a long time and said:
"Without you, I don't know what I would be like."
This is not a story about Cinderella meeting a prince.
This is a story about a person who doesn't believe in love and is slowly being warmed up by another person.
This is a story with the wrong script but the right ending.
She said the script was written wrong.
He said I would rewrite it.
