They met in the evening of June, and the clouds bloomed warmly on the day they met; their love was vigorous, like a blazing rose blooming under the sunset; everyone knew their story, and whether they recognized it or not, it didn't matter to them, as long as they were each other, that was fine.
"I think you are very good, very good. I can't find anyone better than you in this world, so you are my ideal type."
"Well, I think you're great too. You tie my shoes, cover my hands, and give me cold medicine. All in all, I like you."
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"Jiang Can likes his boy and will always like him forever. I'm waiting for him."
"He Shi also loves his three good students. I'm just sorry to make him wait for me. When they put aside their prejudices, He Shi will let them recognize me."
"I'm waiting for you."
"Don't give up."
Intention: growth