The wind in summer is hot and so is the water. The wind at night is just the opposite. The moonlight is shining on the water.
Xia Miao: "My mother and Zhao Huaguang used to blow the evening breeze together like this. They were so happy then... Will we become like that too?"
Xu Hechuan touched her head: "No, I am not him and you are not your mother. I will always love you." He took out a box and opened the lid: "I love you, will you let me mark it?"
Purpose: To treat love with a correct view of love