He said: I love you.
I said: I don't believe it.
He said: I know you don't believe it.
He said: We didn't have a good start, but we will definitely have a good result.
I said: Impossible.
He said: Not necessarily.
If love is a war, he is always attacking, and I am always too lazy to defend, but stubbornly unwilling to surrender. Such a lazy me and such a persistent him are destined to be entangled, just like the wind in the forest, which cannot be kept but cannot be driven away.