Su Qingtian's heart was full of bitterness, "Xiao Ran, have you completely learned it now?"
"Love is endless, I love him a little more than yesterday every day, until the end of life; that is the deepest, most profound love I can give him in this lifetime," Tong Ran curled her lips, "Is it very cheesy? But that's exactly what I think. He ignited my life; my heart beats only for him."
She spoke while lifting her head. Su Qingtian followed her gaze; at the top of the cabin, Mo Nanjue stood against the wind. His handsome face, with peach blossom eyes slightly squinted, his hands supporting on the railing, his back stretched into a graceful yet strong curve. The dark blue suit wrapped around his perfect figure, with one slightly bent leg elegantly long.
Su Qingtian's eyes revealed infatuation, "But... I love him too."
