Zhiyuan looked at the girl in front of him, and his heart ached with pain. He was ashamed of her tolerance and tenderness, "How could I let you get hurt?" He hugged her and murmured in their ears. The girl was crying on his shoulder, shaking, and suddenly she turned her face to look into his eyes. There were tears on the girl's face, but there was a bright smile on the corner of her mouth, just like the lilies after the rain, the pear blossoms are covered with rain, and the dew is clearing, "Chen Zhiyuan," the girl said seriously, "I love you, you know, we have been together for so long, and I have never said it to you personally, I will tell you today, I love you, Chen Zhiyuan." The girl stood up, opened her arms to face the Yangtze River, and faced the heavy snow. She was as free and easy as a heroine overcoming obstacles, and shouted loudly in the direction of the Yangtze River: "Hey, hey - Lu Xiaoman loves Chen Zhiyuan -"
Intention: love, friendship, growth and others