"Don't you trust me?" Song Chi asked softly, with a smile.
Zhou Yun said, "I trust you, I just don't really trust in the concept of forever. Forever doesn't exist."
Song Chi kissed behind Zhou Yun's sensitive ear, "It always exists for me."
Zhou Yun felt ticklish and hurriedly pulled back.
But Song Chi pursued further, unwilling to let it go.
Another bout of playful teasing.
...
How many people have promised forever to Zhou Yun, pledged eternal vows?
The faces of those people have already faded in Zhou Yun's memory.
Zhou Yun has never been purely hurt in a romantic relationship, but naturally, she doesn't dare to fully trust in the elusive notion of love.
She knows it exists, but she also knows it's unpredictable, not even as solid as a sculpture.
Love is just like a gust of wind, when it rises, the entire world sings its melody, but when it ends without a trace, you can't even catch a fragment of it.
