Liang Zishu: In fact, in the final analysis, the softest thing is the human heart, and the most ruthless thing is the human heart. Fu Sinian, when I met you, my heart felt as soft as the white moonlight that night, bright and clear, but because of you, my heart sank into the dust and bloomed a far-fetched flower. At this time, I only wish for peace and quiet in this world, but you can't give me that.
Fu Sinian: I never believed that I loved her, nor did I believe that she would give birth to a child for me, and I never believed that there was love between me and her, just because the person she loved was not me.
No season can be omitted, no process can be hesitated, but the scenery and stories during the period belong to oneself. They pass by in a hurry without thinking or daring to look back. Sometimes, is it you looking at the scenery, or is the scenery looking at you? The years pass by in plain color, and life is full of nonsense.