"Ayu, how long will you like me?"
Zhou Yu's heartbeat hidden in her chest was beating non-stop, passing through her heart time and time again, easily prying the soft heart.
"I will always like you until the moment my heart fails. Ranran, you are mine."
He stroked her long hair, the fragrance of her shampoo lingering in his breath, and he kissed the hair lovingly, so charmingly.
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"Twenty-three years old, will you still like me?"
"If I stop liking you at the age of twenty-three, then I must have stopped breathing, so I won't be able to love you."
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"It's not fair Ranran. It's not fair that you developed your feelings in that time and space with your absolute rejection of me and your absolute inclination towards Xu Nanjin."
"Fair enough, Zhou Yu, didn't I give you a chance? Do you know under what circumstances I approached you again? I still chose you, but what about you? You don't want me, A Zhuo, or our future. Didn't I try hard?"
Intention: If there is fairness in love, everyone will have the fruits of victory.