If I knew you didn't love me and you wouldn't care about me, then I'd rather we never met or fell in love. Those memories of flowers and moons wouldn't be sharp swords that pierce my heart and hurt my feelings. Lin Jinnan, you taught me love, and you also taught me hate. If I, Wei Anru, regret anything in this life, it would be that my first love turned out to be you, and you were the one who led me to sin. Loving you becomes hurt, hating you also becomes sorrow.