I often tell Zhou Yichen that everything is just right for us.
This matter of being with Zhou Yichen,
There is no vigorous pursuit as I imagined,
There is no extreme pull between you and me,
It's more like a bowl of porridge that I secretly cooked in a small pot in my dormitory when I was sick.
Bland, but steaming hot.
Intention: Ordinary love is also worthy of praise.