"Hey, Henry, do you like sunflowers? I like them so much! Because sunflowers always love the sun like that, just like... I love you." Now thinking about these words when he was young, Xiao Yang still had a bitter smile on his face. Because, Xiaokui, you have forgotten that when the sunflower finally hangs its head, no matter how hard the sun blooms, the sunflower will never look at the sky again. Just like... Me and you...