The two have been together for eighteen years, thinking too much about each other. When they wake up, they go back to the beginning, and do it again. We don't necessarily have to be each other's tablemates. Let's be lovers, okay?
Hold your hand and grow old with you. OK?
There is not a moment when I forget that feeling that is not love.
Fifteen years have passed since we were young, Li Zhiyan, Mo Shuyu, you have spent most of your lives together, how about you stay with each other?
In the end, are lovers not satisfied?
I don't know how to write copy, so I'll give it a try.
(Don't complain about the writing, just take a look at it. If you don't like it, please take a detour or tear it up by mistake.)