If the sun happens to shine on you when I meet you, please stand in the right position so that your fingertips just touch the beam of sunshine.
"Lin Yin, you have to remember that even if one day I am no longer by your side, no one else is allowed to appear next to you!"
"Sheng Shinai, I won't give you this chance, hum! You little brat will eat you one day."
The temperature of your fingertips is no more, no less, just the angle that I can touch. Love is something that can be thought of but not expressed.