The light in the car wash room is pale, like a face that has suffered from long-term insomnia.
The water flowing out of the water pipe snaked on the cement floor, like a snake that couldn't find an exit.
The car washer, Ling Lingqi, was bending over, holding a white sponge in his hand, moving slowly on the hood of the black car.
The movements are mechanical, but there is an indescribable sense of rhythm.
Ruhua stood not far away. She was a leader in the field of artificial intelligence and was used to using algorithms to explain the world.
Her eyes were a little blurry today, and that kind of look should not appear on a rational scientist.
Ruhua stared at Ling Lingqi's broad back, and her voice seemed a little ethereal in the empty room: "Qi, the sponge in your hand is erasing stains, but do you know that you are also erasing the logic in my heart. I have analyzed tens of millions of sets of emotional data, but I can't calculate the kind of love I have for you. Attraction. This feels like an endless loop with no exit. I am willing to give up all my research results just to be a tool that you will use forever in this simple car wash. I really like you so much that I want to format all my past."
The atmosphere solidified instantly and was thicker than the foam that had not yet melted.
Intention: Be a tool that will always be used by you