Copy 1: Every Sunday at 5:30 pm is the sweetest start to the week. Yi Xi is always waiting for her downstairs with a box of strawberry-flavored ice cream. "You're so stubborn," she complained while stuffing the ice cream into her hand. "Eat it quickly, it's almost melting. It's the last one this month." She held the ice cream in both hands and said seriously, "Yes." She thought to herself, which week didn't you say this was the last one? No matter what, as long as you nod, everything will be fine!
Copy 2: Before they got together, he was very nervous and said, "I'm afraid you will hate me in the end." But Zhiyi was very determined, stood up on tiptoes to look at him levelly, took his hand and said, "No, it won't happen this time, we are different, I am different." And I believe that I can always love you well and like you very much. She added mentally. Looking back two years later and thinking of this passage again, she could only admire the accuracy of his predictions and her own naivety and immaturity. She really thought she could change him, but now she really hates him.
Intention: He is the light in your life and the wall between you and freedom. She is the modulation in your music and the coldest rain that has ever fallen at night.