A story about picking up flowers in the morning and evening.
It wasn't until the end that I found out his real name was Zhai Zichao.
Only then did I know:
There is a kind of love in this world called giving;
There is also a kind of love in this world called acquisition.
But there is a kind of love, you love him, but you never thought that he will love you, just like I love him, until death.