A stable life is Liu Qing's goal and hope, but how can life be predictable by mortals? Ordinary or intense, sometimes it's just a matter of thought. Love or not love is just a matter of idealism. Is it really that simple? I love you, but I love myself more, or I feel sorry for myself more. Is this wrong? You love me, but you don't love me, then I will love myself. . . . .