As the sun sets, a man and a woman sit back-to-back on the grass. The woman tilts her head and asks
"Why did you help me in the first place?"
The man smiled lowly and did not answer. Instead, he turned his body slightly, allowing the woman to lie down on his lap naturally. His right hand gently stroked her smooth black hair. Although the woman enjoyed such a peaceful moment, she did not hear that it was not the same thing to come back. She grabbed his hand and pretended to be angry.
"Don't keep touching my hair, it feels like you are combing dog hair."
The man laughed uncontrollably after hearing such words. He held the woman's hand in his other hand and continued to stroke her hair. The woman was about to give up asking this question, but he said leisurely.
"I didn't know why before, but now I know it was something I had to do in order for me to get to know you and fall in love with you.
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