Tao Zi asked him why two people clearly loved each other but separated so easily. He said warmly: "It's actually not difficult for one to say he doesn't love and the other to let go."
She hadn't studied it deeply, and he hadn't had time to understand it.
On that autumn night, all the peach seeds had been spent, and he said inexplicably to him on the wooden chair: "The reason why people in love break up is probably because one gives too much and the other doesn't love enough." He put down the hand holding the tea cup, rubbed his forehead as if sighing to himself: "In the end, you can't deceive yourself." He has this ability, so indifferent to the extreme, yet so fierce.