"Well, it's just that you never told me that you like me," Yun Xibin said silently
"What should I do? I'm getting married and we're still not together." Xibin lowered his head and rubbed his feet.
"Actually, it's not that we are not destined to be inseparable, we simply have no destiny, otherwise we wouldn't be so different!" Xibin was still saying.
"Or maybe our names on the Sansheng Stone are just a diagonal line, which cannot be connected across thousands of mountains and rivers," Xibin said for the last time.
So, let's miss it!
Thirteen years of entanglement, seven years of inseparability
If we meet again one day, will you still hate me like you do now?
In fact, I would rather you and I are always on parallel lines, so that we won't become further apart after we cross.