He didn't say that he traveled more than ten miles and walked several mountains to find a jar of clean water for her. He didn't say that he was chased by Taoist priests on the way. He was afraid that the water would be spilled, so he protected her all the way without using his hands to fight back...
Even if he doesn't say it, she understands it, no, maybe she doesn't understand it yet.
But, Under the Bodhi Tree.
The pretty girl leaned down, holding a wet handkerchief, and carefully wiped the dusty boy's face.
Come on, come on, come on.
Listen to Mr. San and tell stories.
Accompany you to laugh drunkenly for three thousand times.
Don't complain about separation.