Song Ning spent a year proving that analysis, struggle, loss of control, and introspection only made her sink deeper and deeper around Ji Ran. The higher her level of analysis, the worse she fell.
Ji Ran's whole body is true and he never needs to hide it.
The rules are like this, you can play if you want.
She felt sorry for the pieces he had dropped, and she persisted in picking them up with both hands until the pieces were bloody and bloody.
He looked at Song Ning's tearful eyes indifferently and felt his heart throbbing, but he never said, "Stop picking it up, it hurts."
Ji Ran, it took me a year to understand that the most correct way to love you is to stop loving you.
Intention: Two top smart people use the highest wisdom in their respective fields to fight the most primitive emotional war