If you are my destined disaster, then let me never recover from it; if you are the unparalleled fate of my pen, then let me put my pen and ink in the room to paint a beautiful life with you.
She said: "Mo Qing, you are not my beloved, how can you know my deep love? I will return everything you give me, so I won't owe you anything, but you will never be able to repay what you owe me."
He said: "I can paint the joys and sorrows of the world with one stroke, but I cannot paint my own fate. Ah Wan, would you like to paint a beautiful scene with me?"
Maybe it was an inadvertent look back, but it destined the entanglement of this life. Is it love? Is it hate? Maybe it's no longer possible to tell the difference.