When Luo Lin was young, he thought love was a fire that would burn the two of them violently, turning them into ashes and melting together, and they could no longer be separated from each other.
Later, Luo Lin fell in love so passionately that he knew he was probably wrong when he hit a wall, hit a wall, and got bruised all over his body.
Later, Luo Lin thought that love was like water, not strong but flowing all the time, so Luo Lin thought that I would spend a lifetime getting along with each other, but Yang Mingshen told her that this was not love either. So what is love?
"Miss Caroline, come to the bowl and I'll tell you right away what love is!" Darcy patted the bedside.
Luo Lin's smile froze, turned around and left. "What the hell, I don't see this young lady being artistic."