In the nine years of high-quality relationship so far, all white things turned into black ink compared to them and I felt ashamed. To describe them only as love would be too one-sided and single-minded. They should be walking side by side, helping each other, counting and cherishing each other. They are the only fantasy in each other's realism. Love is as insubstantial as the wind in the hall. Instead, it has a concrete outline through some thrilling and subtle moments.
I bow my head and thank heaven and earth for creating this encounter. I cannot express my feelings in words, but I am filled with joy.
Purpose: Shatou's high-quality human emotions