"You know, our love is like a desolate dying moment." After a long time, Ye Lingxu raised her head and met his eyes as soft as autumn rain on her face.
"Why?"
"Because you are my love." Ye Lingxu was stunned for a moment, then added softly: "And my dying moments are all about you."
Intention: Our love seems to never be absent and never stagnant.