You Are the Unchanging Warm Sun in My Floating Life

Cross-Strait Literature PK Competition I always thought that true love meant not owning, giving silently, and doing anything to make him happy. He didn't even expect that one day he would find someone beside him who would always be there for him and feel grateful. Because he is always afraid that he cannot give him the best, and he is also always afraid that his likes will restrict him. Even if you wait too long, you won't get tired, thinking that loving you is happiness. Seeing the girls around him appear one after another, seeing him immersed in fake happiness and true happiness, could she really just watch? Can such sincerity of silent dedication be taken seriously? Facing a handsome and wealthy suitor, can I pursue another kind of happiness? Many times, love is really colder than death.