Category: Sweet romance, no major upheavals, a slow-burn love story.
She thought life was simply like this: it passed, and that was that. It turned out she just hadn't met you yet.
You are simply you, and I am still me. Love is nothing more than two people who were once strangers gradually adjusting to each other over time. If they get along, they stay together; if not, they part ways. No one is anyone's one and only, and no one will really be with anyone until the very end. Before she met him, she had always thought that way.
What kind of ending would there be if two people who were both so indifferent fell in love and gave their hearts to each other?
She said: Though fate brought us together too late,
He replied: What can I do? My love runs too deep.
