I don't believe in love at first sight. My love for you was slowly tasted in the porridge that was simmered over low heat. I like you, Xie Zhi. -Qi Le
Then you like me, tolerate everything about me, my temper, my super bad art of speaking, my occasional unreasonable troubles, my occasional failure in math, my love for eating oranges without beards, my love to hold your hand and make you look up at airplanes, my love to see snowmen in winter and waves in summer. -Xie Zhi
--"What if I suddenly tell you that I want to eat ice cream at 3:30 in the morning?" Xie Zhi asked.
On the other end of the phone, Qi Le laughed for a long time, then stopped, and a careless tone came from the phone.
"What else can I do? My star misses me. Then I must come to you non-stop."
Intention: I wish your youth will end with a sweet love!