In spring, the ivy has just sprouted, and it is incompatible with the surrounding branches. It was as if they were disgusted with each other when they first met. But fate, like ivy, also unknowingly wraps around the branches little by little, quietly connecting them. After wind and rain, it still clings to the branches tenaciously. From the initial tit-for-tat confrontation, the disapproval gradually melted and love sprouted. When the ivy climbed to the top of the branches, they were already intoxicated in love.
Intent: Love is like ivy, growing and entwining amid trials and difficulties