Sang Xiao: Huaijin, do you love me or him?
Huai Jin: Is there any difference? You are him and he is you.
Sang Xiao: Yes, because I am not him, and I am not so compassionate. I am just an ordinary person, and I cannot tolerate my lover thinking about others besides myself.
Huai Jin: Sang Xiao, no matter how you refuse or evade, you are him. I liked you in the past life, but I love you in this life even more, because you are what I have. Sang Xiao, I love you.
Narrator Xiao Li: Ah Lie, we are acting in a tragic drama again. Go, go, go, go to work, go to work, I am not a drama about life and death, what kind of trouble is this?
Sang Xiao: Sophora japonica on the brocade.
Huaijin: Okay, Tianlei...
Narrator Xiao Li: I hide,