"Dr. Bai, he really loves me. He makes me wear a coat when it's cold, reminds me to bring an umbrella when it rains, and makes me eat on time... He really... Loves me."
The reflection at Zhong Yunhuan's feet was looming, and the water stains caused a small ripple by the raindrops.
Doctor Bai's words came to mind again, "But he can't help you hold an umbrella or put on your coat. He loves you, but he never existed..."
[This is not a person's fantasy concerto, this is a symphony of love]
Intention: May love always exist, everyone is qualified to be loved