"Go, how can you be a Private First Class, you're obviously just a low-class soldier!" Li Ruo glared at Ye Chen.
The rain cleared and Ye Chen knew Li Ruo had forgiven him, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. Li Ruo was his barometer. When Li Ruo was upset, he too would feel down; when Li Ruo was happy, he too would be happy and content. Everything about Li Ruo was his guiding principle. Perhaps love is such an emotional thing. Sometimes, love can intoxicate, and sometimes, it can leave a person troubled and confused.
What is love? Love is life; love is rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea. Love is the spice jar of life.
