In my opinion, there are only three kinds of people in the world: people I like, people I don't like, and people I don't know.
Once, I told my sweetheart my idea, and he beat the fan that never left his hand, with a sincere smile on his lips: "Good idea."
Later I found out that my sweetheart certainly thought it was a good idea. For example, it was like a simple old farmer watching a piglet getting fatter and fatter. He expected me to be stupid, a little stupider, and a little stupider... And then kept me completely in the dark until the day when I cut everything off with one knife.
But he is my sweetheart and I like him.
So I'm still in the dark, I just don't remember feeling any resentment.
Vigorous love and hate, the years when roses bloomed, a dynasty riddled with bones, a woman holding a long sword fell into the red dust of war.
The person I love most takes me to the coldest place in Jiangnan.