One bed, two souls, three months of love.
Four points are bitter, five points are astringent, and six points are poisonous.
Seven years of stumbling, eight years of chaos, nine years of reunion.
Who warmed whose bed? Who chilled whose heart?
There are some things that you know are wrong, but you can't stop doing them.
Some people know they are bad, but they can't stop loving.
Sometimes, you obviously want to forget, but you can't stop thinking about it.
There are so many things that are obvious, and there are so many things that cannot be stopped. This is love.
Ariel, you know, what I am sad about is not losing you, but loving you makes me lose myself.
---Quan Moya
In love, no one can always protect oneself wisely.
---Xiao Lie