"Shen Mosheng, I love you."
"Shen Mosheng, you look so handsome today, I really love you."
"Shen Mosheng, I love you, love you, love you."
...
Ever since that accident, every time they saw each other, Han Yingying would jump onto Shen Mosheng, showering him with kisses and confessions of love.
Shen Mosheng, filled with joy, would hold her tight, smiling shyly, "Yingying, you've been quite enthusiastic lately."
"Are you annoyed by me?"
"No, I'm very pleased." Shen Mosheng leaned in contentedly, pressing his forehead against hers, whispering with a smile, "Yingying, your enthusiasm is beautiful, and I really like it."
"Don't be too happy just yet; I'm going to be like this for a lifetime, even if one day you get tired of it or annoyed, I won't care.
I just want to tell you loudly every day that I love you, love you, love you!"
