The sun was shining that day, and a cute four-year-old girl was reading quietly on the grass. In another place, a cry echoed throughout the hospital, and a boy was born.
In the clouds, God took one look and said, this is love.
"When I was seventeen, twenty-one, and twenty-five, you always rejected me because I was still young. That was because I really thought I was still young. Now I finally understand that you don't love me at all! I will always be four years younger than you. You always use this as an excuse, and I stupidly believe it!" Xiang Hai said to Su Yan hatefully.
Su Yan said: "You are right, the person I love most is myself. Being with you is too hard, and I won't let myself sink too deep."