The first time Lu Ming met Chang An was in a convenience store late at night. She passed behind him and took a carton of milk, without looking at him the whole time. He chased him out by mistake, and she said, "I didn't drop anything." Then she walked around him.
Later he found out that she was not cold, but sick. She has had emotional apathy since she was a child. Flowers and grass are the same, day and night are the same, he is the same as others. She didn't know what love felt like, but she knew she wanted to keep that ring.
He had been waiting for her for a long time. Wait for her to smile one more time, wait for her to say one more word, wait for her to suddenly hug him and say "I know" one day. She couldn't say it, but she learned that a glass of warm water is what she gets when she gets up early, a bowl of porridge when she comes back from overtime, and an umbrella on rainy days.
Her love was silent, like water, flowing slowly, seeping slowly, and slowly drowned him.
Many years later, he held her hand and sat on the balcony to bask in the sun. The rings are still there, two of them, next to each other, polished and shiny.
"You know I love you, right?"
"I know."
"You know you love me too, right?"
She looked at him for a long time and said, "I know. Always knew."
Concept: Love is not necessarily a flame, it can also be deep water. Some people can't say it out loud, but they are always there.