Love is a piece of paper with names written all over it. Love is the beauty of your scene on all social software. Love is when God speaks your name when he hears it. We met on the Internet. There are endless love stories that can be written. The wind blows and the life is endless. Yao Zuhua, we will not become passers-by after all. / Soul secretly derives love in romance.
Intention: He doesn't like me very much. You can say that I just don't like it.
