He deliberately emphasized the last sentence.
"If one has his beloved by his side, why endure the snow and turn one's hair white."
Sheng Ning'an saw through her little calculations and couldn't help but grasp her hand in return, interlocking their fingers as he said, "I think this poem is quite accurate, instead of enduring the snow to turn white-haired, it's better to cherish the person right in front of you."
"Good to know, let's go. Get in the car!" Xu Weiran opened the passenger door of the car parked at the side of the road.
After getting into the car, Sheng Ning'an planned to take Xu Weiran to see the place where his parents went to school.
