Our love begins with confession, pure and simple. Maybe it is because of the ordinary that some people believe that I love you and you love me, this is our love.
"Shen Ciyu, I like you, but I'm not sure if this is love."
"Bai Weiran, you love me, I love you, why isn't this love?"
"That's it?"
"There is no end, only continuation. I don't know if there will be a next life, but in this life, I want to be with you."
"You said it, Lagou."
"So you get married."
"Marry, I will marry."
People can't tell in the next life, but in this life if you are willing to go on with me, I love you and you love me, at least I am willing.