When you pass away, will you remember that you were loved or that you were loved? Cheng Chen asked himself. Love is like the cinnabar between your eyebrows. Even if you don't look in the mirror, you know it's there and won't change at all. It was brought out of your mother's womb. You can't hide or escape, you can only accept your fate. Being loved is the cinnabar reflected in the heart. You have to experience it carefully to feel every corner, but those may not be important to you.
"Those may not be important to you." Ji Dongyang often said this to her.
As you gradually become familiar with it, you really get used to this saying, and this habit is really fucking terrifying...