Okay, I admit that you are very good-looking, like Xinjiang child Alpha. I admit that I immediately fell in love with your big, gentle eyes (although my mother kept emphasizing that you had dull goldfish eyes later on), but I just had feelings for you, and luckily I wanted to rely on you all the time.
I promise, before I fell in love with you, the love in my mind was called aesthetic.
Later, I discovered that love is like a big meal.
There is a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and five flavors. It has everything. It is not a taste that ordinary dishes can have...