What is love, Lin Jing doesn't know. But when he discovered love, he had already given his sincerity. But what's the use of being alone?
Feng Yue didn't know when he fell in love with her, but just standing next to her and waiting patiently, does that count as falling in love with her back?
Yin Hao didn't know if I liked her, but he felt inexplicably relieved when he saw her in front of him. But shouldn't love be vigorous?
I'm just not willing to spend those years, for the sake of the people in my heart, when I was picking my head and solving physics problems over and over again, when I was hugging the quilt and using a flashlight to write down one more paragraph of articles. Because during that time, I felt the power of dreams. These were all given to me by you.