At the age of 5.
"When I'm unhappy, my mother kisses me like this, so, Xiaochunzi, are you feeling better now?"
"Don't call me Xiaochunzi, and don't kiss me again."
"Oh."
"Yeah." Later in the spring, I realized that Li Muzi's words were just like farts. It sounded loud and smelled, but in fact, it was really just a fart.
At the age of 18.
"Lan Yiyi, do you think Li Muzi likes me?"
"Of course I don't like it."
"Don't you like it?"
"Well, Muzi Li loves you."
At the age of 19.
"Li Muzi, I'm very unhappy now, so can you still kiss me like you did when you were a child?"
"Come with me to cut your hair short tomorrow and choose a hairstyle you like."
"Yeah."
"You should grow your hair longer, like the length you had in high school."
"Yeah."
"Xiao Chunzi, I love you."
"... Hmm."