"If they are exposed to snow together, they will grow old together in this life."
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"Wen Yu, I want to meet you again in my next life."
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"Zhou Yi, I'm sorry..."
Zhou Yi likes white roses, Wen Yu likes camellias, camellias cannot read white roses, and the wind from the north mountain cannot blow to the end of the south mountain, but Wen Yu will always love Zhou Yi.
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One day, Wen Yu saw Zhou Yi's diary. The young man scrawled something on the paper: Wen Yu, I like you, I like you very much.
Wen Yu was stunned for a long time, stroking Zhou Yi's handwriting with his fingers, and murmured: "I like you too, Zhou Yi."
Zhouyi×Wen Yu
Concept: Camellias cannot read white roses.