Mo Shang once liked a person, his name was Lu Yang.
Lu Yang told her that liking is an uncertain thing. He likes Yihan and may like her for a long time, but he will not like her forever.
Lu Yang, youth is just like us, wearing the skin of a free and unrestrained sunrise, but inside it is rotten. I have always understood what you said, so I told myself that if I like you today, maybe I won't like you tomorrow.
Have you ever liked someone so much that you would always squat down and cry silently when he turned around? Have you ever struggled like this, even if you were lifted up in the air and dropped vertically, your heart was half happy and half sad because of the existence of a person.
That's it, that's how I like you.