I once thought love was like fireworks, gorgeous, dazzling, and impossible to get.
So I spent four years chasing his brother, two years to marry him, and the last month to find out——
It turns out that the best love is not fireworks, but a 37℃ fire.
Does not burn your hands, does not burn out, and maintains a constant temperature for a lifetime.
37℃ Is the temperature at which he loves me.
