Some people say that heartbeat is a momentary instinct.
But for you, it happened that after the twelfth time I was disappointed, I still couldn't hold back the thirteenth fall.
We pass each other, miss each other, and go around in the sea of people, like broken ice crashing into the deep sea. We are obviously separated by an icy distance, but always at an inadvertent moment, you easily set off ripples in my heart.
The first twelve times, I hid my joy and refrained from approaching, thinking that if I took a step back, I would be safe.
It wasn't until the thirteenth time, when the wind lifted the corners of your clothes and the light fell on your brows, that I finally admitted——
There is no limit to the number of times my heart beats for you, only until death.
Intention: True love is never a spur of the moment impulse, but the courage to still be willing to go for the same person again after seeing all the regrets and gaps. Even though he has experienced withdrawal and disappointment twelve times, he still chooses to be loyal to his heart on the thirteenth time, believing that love is worth persevering, and that sincerity will eventually be responded to with tenderness.