Xia Xu finally missed the story of horse meat. Xia Xu, hey, no one can see how similar he is to the man in Ma Rourou's heart. After years of rolling the left gear, he finally found the missing right gear.
"Xia Xu, why did God also throw you, a failed sample, into the world when he created the finished product of Xia Xu?"
"Because you, Marourou, are Xia Xu's story, and you are my story, Xia Xu's."