When I first met you, my heartbeat was 80 beats per minute, neither too fast nor too slow. 80 Times, each beat leisurely hinted to me: I will not fall in love with this child. Yes, I would like to call you a child. When you smile, you will reveal a set of neat white teeth, like a little tiger. It is not fatal, but it has amazing potential.
The damn thing is that I ignored the potential of this black hole, approached unscrupulously, and then, without any resistance, fell into the boundless tender circle in your eyes. I wanted to resist, but I didn't. Because fate can be resisted, but love is irresistible.