I once imagined an unforgettable love. Two people only have each other in their eyes. Their love is vigorous and desperate. But after experiencing all this, I yearn for plain and sincere love. Love at 37°C has no surprises and no disappointment; it is not too hot, but touching and warm. In the end, I realized that plainness is the truth. I just want to hold my son's hand and grow old together with him.
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