Life is like a tree with flowers blooming, either quiet or passionate, lonely or brilliant. ——Yu Qiuyu Before Lu Yi met Shen Qinan, he thought that he was the most passionate lover, playing with flowers, always being merciful, and always liked to put it on his lips. But after meeting Shen Qinan, the fiery rose was wrapped in layers by the gentleness of the drizzle and breeze, and turned into a red bean, blooming only for the gentleman from the southern country.
"Don't you like me a little bit?"
".... No"
I don't like you a little, I love you. Since you were 18 years old, you came on horseback, crashed into my heart, blended into my blood, and burned into my heart. So far, I've been tossing and turning on my bed at midnight, muttering words to myself, and when I'm awake, I've leaned over my desk, picked up my pen, and put it all down, and it's all your name.
Lu Yi... Lu Yi... Lu Yi.
So, how do you ask me to answer, do I like you?
Intent: A story about learning to love