"Actually, Mu Yu, do you have love now?" Lin Fei asked Mu Yu softly while lying on the bedside.
"No"
"Why?"
"I believe that love is in the future, not now. The love in the future is happiness, and the love now is just an illusion of reflection, all false."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because it's very simple. Because I haven't met it yet." Mu Yu said softly.
Lin Fei couldn't sleep, thinking about those messy things. She thought she was the person who understood Mu Yu best, but emotionally she found that she couldn't help her. She could only watch her cry silently and laugh at her.