Even if he is warm in winter and cool in summer, even if you have a soft spot for him.
Why do you need to see him reciting that chapter; why do you need to fall in love with the sentence she murmured: "The fire is cold, the lamp is thin and the frost is dew, and the snowy clouds are hanging in the wild." Anyway, if there are flying flowers on her head, it is not your place to caress her.
In the end, I only regret that you were born before I was born.