Song Chengcheng didn't know what love looked like.
Love itself has no standard answer, but Xie Jingxing filled in the blank.
In the game of love, there is no answer, just the answer.
"It's been ten years, Song Chengcheng, do you really not know that I like you?"
"It's been ten years. When did Chen Jingxing confess his love?"
Concept: slow-cooked porridge in the fast food era