She took me to the amusement park, and we watched a play.

We also climbed to the top of the mountain temple on a desolate winter day.

She held the three incense sticks given by the little monk at the entrance and lit them in the burning candles.

The blue smoke wafted in the air, her face obscured in the smoke and fire.

The bell and wooden fish sounds startled the birds in the trees.

She lowered her voice and asked me, "Jiaojiao, what do you want to pray for?"

"I heard this temple is very effective for praying for marriage. I'm already engaged, but you're still single, why don't you find someone?"

I stared at her for several seconds.

Finally, I ruffled her hair.

There were many things I wanted to say.

I wanted to tell her about my past, I wanted to tell her about my future.

Words circled in my mouth.

In the end, I couldn't even say my present.

All that came out was, "I'm definitely not like you, always thinking about love."

She covered her head, her ears slightly red, and defensively replied, "My love is normal, being in love is not just about being obsessed with love!"