"Song Ruyi, tell me you love me quickly!"
"Huh? Don't you want to say it? But, I love you very much." Don't forget me, Song Ruyi.
The empty Youyi Street was lined with maple trees. Song Ruyi often wrote here. This was the place where her parents met. The weather was slightly cooler at this time, and autumn had already entered. The wind took off a maple leaf and covered it on her book. This reminded her of that pleasant midsummer, and what Mu Zhiyao said to her here, "It's a pity that I didn't answer." She thought so and closed the door. Book, stood up to leave, the wind stroked the strings of the leaves again, Song Ruyi put on her scarf, sighing that it was another autumn, she walked slowly, and suddenly got inspiration, so she leaned against the wall, picked up a pen to write, and turned to the maple leaf again. This time, she buried the maple leaf under a tree and turned around to leave.
Five years later, her book was published. Many people praised her poems, but no one understood the last sentence.
"I love you forever and sincerely. I love you forever."
That year, the words under the maple tree were known to the world, but only she was left.
"Song Ruyi! Say you love me quickly!!!" I love you.
"Huh? Don't you want to say it? But, I love you very much." I love you, always.
So the love affair came to an end.
"Song Ruyi! How long will you love me?"
"Until my last words."
Intention: deep love