Lingtuo simply couldn't imagine just how much Jia Xuan loved this romance novel; in any case, she loved it very, very much, almost to the point of being brainwashed by it.
She had many reflections, and she wrote down a lot of words on the pages, between the lines.
This book was practically like a bridge leading into her inner world.
Lingtuo flipped through it with great seriousness, especially carefully, because on every page there were words she had annotated; he read them slowly, savoring the meaning of what she had left behind.
He had been standing while he read, and after a long time he felt a bit tired, so he simply sat down on the floor.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, turning the pages one by one.
He came to understand her view of love: true love means selfless devotion; if you love someone, you take their happiness as your standard, always ready to give them everything, even if it means enduring a lifetime of misunderstanding and grievance.
