"Wu Bo, it seems that we have never had any quarrels. We have always been indifferent. Is this love?"
Ding Qiyin suddenly had to ask and looked at Wu Bo who was driving.
"This is how love is, no different from life. No matter how passionate it was before, in the end you still have to face the tastelessness of ordinary food."
This part of Sui Feng's answer did not dissipate quickly, because Wu Bo added another sentence,
"I have always longed for a warm autumn afternoon, when we have finished eating, you lie on the rocking chair, and I sit on the sofa, and we both do our own things. Then it is a bit boring, but it is enough to get through every day."
"Then I hope too~"
Yes, love requires passion, but it also requires dullness.
Intention: Love blows with the wind