In late spring, in the drizzle in Yuling City, Gao Ling took Xin Susu into his arms.
Gao Ling: No matter what happens tomorrow, this country has nothing to do with you. You are just my person.
Xin Susu: When did I become yours?
Gao Ling: From beginning to end.
Xin Susu: The world of mortals is always windy and rainy, and there are constant battles. No matter who owns the country, it has nothing to do with me.
Intention: In life, it is inevitable to make choices, whether in government or in the opposition, everyone worries about the country and the people. The only difference is the word choice.