"Asking you for the 1001st time, do you love me?" I asked with a smile.
"No love," he said.
"For you." I said. "What is this?" He said.
"1001 Golden tulips represent..."
"I will never love you again in my life, will I?" "Yes" I waved my hand and walked towards the crossroads opposite to him.
...
Five years later, he found that her eyes were no longer held by him, but by a group of people who loved her. However, she had not realized that he no longer existed in her eyes, but he wanted to occupy her eyes again...
NP direction