Have you ever met such a person: at first glance, you realize that you may be entangled with the person in front of you. The so-called love at first sight is nothing more than that.
Have you ever imagined such a relationship: I want to hold hands with you because I need your warmth; I want to marry you because you have taken something away from me.
When Zhuoge met Wen Yi, he felt out of place, but warmed his heart.
Greedily absorbing the warmth from your body, eager for that little bit of warmth to warm my body, my heart, and even my soul.
Zhuoge, you are the knot of my low-grade fever in this life of Wen Yi.
I hate you, but I don't want to turn around and leave; I love you, so I use marriage as a prison.
Wen Yi, I am the one who loses first. You have no right to give up and leave.