When he first saw her weak yet strong in that heavy rain, he could no longer erase the imprint of her in his heart. The purest and deepest love enveloped her tightly; she had been relying on her own efforts and was firm wherever she went. Him: "Are the jujubes delicious? Does your stomach still hurt?" She: "Yeah... Thanks to you, I have a lot of nosebleeds..." Pure love literature, no mistress!