Love on Qixi, even more in the morning and evening

No matter how beautiful the magpie bridge on Qixi is, it can't compare to the moment I gently stroke your hair while you linger in bed in the morning; no matter how vast the Milky Way is, it can't encompass the shadow that falls when I drape a coat over you during your afternoon nap.

Love is the porridge left at home late at night, the bowing of the head after a quarrel when one gives in first, it’s the same day every year, when we still look at each other and smile, turning ordinary days into ageless legends.

At the same time, I wish Dr. and the Master even greater success in their future careers, rising step by step, and doing better and better on Binance!