I always worry about the introduction
Finished in one shot
They grew up with each other, fell in love with each other, were disappointed and entangled, loved heart-wrenchingly, and had desperate quarrels. Looking back on the road they have traveled over the years, they discovered that they loved each other deeply and could no longer live without each other. You solemnly put your lover at the top of your heart, so you work hard to become better for the other person. Love is indeed a knife. It can either stab each other until blood drips from it, or it can be used to carve out the rough jade-like you and me. It is like cutting and polishing, and finally the result is elegant, graceful, crystal clear and translucent.
Are they not the only ones growing up in love?
Intention: growth