Live thirty years of life. Xia Tian woke up one morning, and next to her pillow was the person she had loved for sixteen years. She buried her head in his chest, feeling her heart almost filled with happiness.
Just as a certain lyric goes, the sentimentality goes around and around just to fly back to him.
Occasionally recalling the ups and downs of these years, Xia Tian would sigh from the bottom of her heart, perhaps for those of them who are born to be stubborn, chasing love is the most luxurious, difficult, but also the best thing they can think of.