The Sunset Fades, and the Stars Grow Clear

The Four Seasons: I wrote a palace-intrigue novel in winter, and spring is almost here. How about a love story this time? Sounds good, right? But I can't promise this love will last beyond the winter.

He said, "Qingge, you're so mean." I said, "Xinglan, you're so annoying."

Romance isn't just roses. There's tulips, too.

I've always loved camellias, but somehow I fell under the spell of tulips.

A chance encounter online at school laid the foundation for us to meet, understand each other, fall for each other, and love each other. But staying together for good is so hard...

The tulips by my bed changed color again and again, while I can't remember where I put the camellias. They've gathered dust by now...

What is love? They say it's a bottle of delicious red wine, with a rich flavor that captivates you.

But when he asked me what love was, I couldn't answer.

He asked, "Is it Platonic love?"

Later, I thought about it over and over, asking myself again and again. I realized that when you ask whether what you've found is love, you're already deep in it...

Oh no! You've fallen in love...

Did I welcome the dawn in the darkness, or will I keep letting the night wind wake me, hiding everything in my heart?

I'm still searching, but love has turned into arguments. Tears run down my cheeks at night, and longing for you keeps me up late. No one knows. I can only blame myself for making trouble over nothing.