Xiubai: Why is your face red?
Xiaoyu: I saw a handsome guy.
Xiubai: Why is your face pale again?
Xiaoyu: Too much nosebleeds.
Xiubai: Life is precious.
Xiaoyu: Love is like bread.
Xiubai: Love comes and goes quickly.
Xiaoyu: Pork rolls alone are not enough.
Xiubai: It turns out they are people from Mars.