Xue Jingjing often thinks about how she should describe love most appropriately. Perhaps it is an accident in life, an encounter for no reason, a rampant chase, silly courage, even if it is short and long, she must catch her own love.
"Yan Tao, it seems that I killed someone in my previous life, so I fell in love with you."
"Girl, you are wrong. You saved the world in your previous life, so you were chosen by me."
"You! Do you still want shame?!"
"I've even given you my life, so what's the point of asking for face?"
Love is reserved for those who give their sincerity, and favor is reserved for those who are worthy of it.