Gao Yunyou blew away the layer of ash on the stone. He was half-blind, so he asked Yan Qiu, who was standing aside silently, to act as a temporary interpreter.
Yan Qiu didn't even look at it. He went through the words in his mouth before speaking.
"It's an ancient proverb, it doesn't mean anything else.
"That is to say, nothing in the world will disappear completely."
He paused, and then whispered something that Gao Yunyou couldn't hear.
"Like I like you"
Intention: Even if your love is humble, you should be a moth to the flame for the person you love.