Her ignorance is only because she has not met the right person; his endless lovesickness is only because she is not her.
Searching, searching, searching for what love is?
"You really don't remember me?"
"Do we really know each other?"
"Haha, no, I lied to you."
When I met him again, I never bothered to become a good friend, but slowly I found that a kind of heartbeat replaced the feeling of a good friend.
If she doesn't touch true love easily, and he loves her so hard to express, who will lift the veil? Who will cross that mountain?
It turns out that saying "I love you" is worse than saying it together.
"I love you and it will not change with the changes of space and time."
"Then, you swear, you must persist for a long, long time."
"Yeah, okay."