This is a story with high mountains and long rivers.
The heroine said that I have admired you since I was a child. Every time I look at you, I want to devour you. Do you think you don't feel like you are a pig?
The male protagonist said how could I have such unreasonable thoughts about a little girl whose hair is not fully grown. Straight face
However
The sweet-scented osmanthus in front of the door is fragrant season after season
Tourists played round after round in the old alley
What remains unchanged is the warmth of your big smiling eyes shining into my heart
And me
The unspoken but unwavering wait