I met Chun when she was very young. She was still a child and didn't understand anything. I stayed with her, played with her, and made trouble with her. She started to be a little dependent on me, but she didn't understand what it was. I told her that it was love.
Chunzhi draws inferences from other cases: My husband said that love is a wonderful thing. A mother will kiss her face if she likes her child. If a child likes an apple, he will eat it. Some likes mean possessing, and some like means owning. What do I like about you?
Well, your liking for me is a sustainable liking that will gradually turn into love.
Like? I don't understand.
I don't want you to understand, I just want you to be happy.
Intention: No matter how many years pass, I still love you