He stroked her head, still smiling gently and harmlessly, and said: Douniu, that is not love.
Douniu's clear eyes looked at him without hesitation, and she said: I don't know what love is, I only know that I don't want to be separated from you.
"Why her?"
"Her?" He looked at the distant south, raised the corners of his mouth, and the usual coldness around him instantly turned into warmth: "No one will ever love so cleanly again. There is only one person in her heart."
This is the story of a man who has experienced ups and downs, has a complicated life experience, and possesses power and wealth, and a woman who has a simple experience and simply loves someone.
Love is not about equality and has nothing to do with identity, character, life experience, mentality, or world view. It is just about meeting the person who can give you love, care and warmth.
She lowered her head and said hoarsely: "There is something called fate, don't talk about it, it makes people timid. No matter how hard I try, you can completely deny it by just saying fate."
Note: [This article has been published in Fengmingxuan]