"Can I marry you before I turn 30?" Cen Nuo asked.
Sun Pengyu seemed reluctant but flattering and said, "Okay, but it's a bit late."
Cen Nuo tightly grasped the sleeves of Chen Mansheng's windbreaker, as if telling a secret that only two people knew, and said in a very thin voice, "Because I no longer dare to love, I can no longer love, just like I used to like eating noodles, but one time I ate too much and finally vomited. Since then, I have felt sick when I see noodles. Do you know that feeling? Do you know?"
"You didn't lose your composure. Also, please don't use the lines at eight o'clock to perfunctory me. I have always been a man of my word." Chen Mansheng looked into Cen Nuo's eyes and said.
There are no ifs in love, only facts; Chen Mansheng and Sun Pengyu, who is Cen Nuo's if and who is Cen Nuo's fact?