Comrade Zhou Tingchen's "Smoke Locked in the Chonglou"

I always feel that love or not is just the order of meeting. Chen is a stubborn person, he will not change once he is determined, even if he is no longer in his heart. Even though they had a thousand kinds of love, they lived side by side with him through life and death, and spent the rest of their lives together, he still didn't give her the title of love, just because it was a step late in love. I would rather believe that under the cold muzzle of the gun, his eyes trembled slightly, and the desperate act was just a moment of fireworks. I would rather believe that in the dark prison, he could reach out his hand calmly and let her feel her pulse, which was the heart-to-heart talk of a confidant. I would rather believe that he made a sudden leap on the top of a towering building and risked his life to embrace each other, which was a decision he had no regrets about. I would rather believe that he held hands and looked at each other in the burning ruins, and that sharing life and death was an unspoken contract. At the moment when she was dying, his eyes darkened. Ru, I think, I have fallen in love with you. Conception: