What is love?

Would love be the silly notes that Yixing had stuffed into Yifans’ pockets or backpack whenever he thought that Yifan wasn't looking? Would love be lacing their fingers together in public even if people stared at them? Would love be the fluttering of his heart as Yixing lay beside him every night? Would love be the feeling of complete and utter bliss of having someone he can hold, someone he could talk to, someone who soothed his worries with soft words of reassurances?

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