"Lin Ren, have you ever liked me? Even if I ask God now, it won't be able to answer me. Then I hope you can say that you have."
"No, no, I hate this kind of regret of missing out. Why don't you never like me. In this way, I won't blame myself for not being brave enough."
The wind blew, and the pedestrians were in a hurry, completely unaware of the joys and sorrows that had happened.
The wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, as if adding a sentence.