Li Jing: It hurts every time I miss you. Cen Chen: You have to think about that! Li Jing: So what if the memory is fuzzy? What if? I mean what if? Cen Chen: If, there is no if, Yin Lijing, I don't allow you to have if. Li Jing: If, if I lose my memory, if I forget you, please exit my life properly. Cen Chen (whispering and crying): No, I don't allow what-ifs, let alone quitting, because I can no longer escape unscathed. . .