I think the deepest love in the world is that after you left, I lived like you, and Feng Su lived like Meng Zhao, and got used to Meng Zhao's habits. Every inch of the sameness was polished bit by bit during the years they were together.
One is trying to find, the other is trying to forget. There are not so many things in the world that are just right. It's just because he loves you that he accommodates you.
At the same time, we should understand some truths and not be greedy for the warmth given by others, because it is too easy to freeze to death.