(1)
Zhou Ping: "Duckweed has no roots."
Jiang Xu: "Does the sun have roots?"
(2)
"Xiao Ping..." A faint call came from my ears. Is she dead or alive? Zhou Ping was at a loss. The blurry red light flashing in front of her eyes every second made her feel dazzling. Suddenly she thought that she must be alive, and the time in another world would not be like this.
(3)
Zhou Ping: "Does duckweed have roots?"
Jiang Xu: "Yeah."
Zhou Ping: "All of them?"
Jiang Xu: "Well, there are all of them."
Ps: I just want to tell a little story about love, friendship, and an alternative "I may not like you" story.