One day many years later, Lin Ximan asked about that inexplicable kiss. Wen Yifan chuckled, hugged Lin Ximan into his arms and whispered softly: "I just wanted to hug you, but when I got closer, I realized that I wanted more than that."
What is love? This question lingering in everyone's mind may not have a correct answer at all. But I think love is probably what Kundera said. I just want to hug her, watch her sleep soundly, and wake up with her in the morning, but I don't want to do anything else. Probably the peace of mind when hugging, the heartbeat when kissing. Probably Lin Ximan and Wen Yifan, Wen Yifan and Lin Ximan.