"Wen Li," her voice was low and clear, "we met seven times, you confessed to me five times, and I proposed to you four times."
She paused, as if reconfirming everything.
"This time, it's me who loves you first."
"Propose to you again."
Her voice was no longer suppressed, with a firmness that had experienced life and death.
"Would you do that?"
Wen Li looked at her and didn't answer immediately. She stretched out her hand and pulled her up. The other hand gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes.
Her voice was low but extremely firm: "You died in front of me five times, disappeared once, and reappeared in front of me seven times."
She looked at her without any wavering in her eyes.
"The world will end, but I will fall in love with you again and again."
"So this time, my answer is still the same."
"I do."
Intention: The truth is not the answer, but the price; love is not escape, but repeated entry.
