"Can Xueli cure lovesickness?" Qiao Zhen stepped forward steadily and hugged Bai Xueli's slender waist, gently resting her chin on his not-so-broad shoulders. Qiao Zhen closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Lovesickness is so painful."
"Those who are persistent will not suffer." Bai Xueli put down the herbs in her hand.
A persistent person cannot let go or let go, so how can he not suffer?