Strange Colors in the Empty Mountains

Jiang Nanshan stands there and confesses to her that he'd entertained some improper thoughts.

She tells him it isn't love, just an illusion born of dependence, something called “imprinting.”

As the scenes of his life flash before his eyes, he takes her hand and says,

“Jiang Shu, I know the difference between love and everything else.”

“I know. I love you too.”