Love should be a piece of glass to me. It can be ordinary, but it must be transparent.
God gave me an extremely luxurious crystal. However, no matter how good the crystal is, there are impurities.
I don't want to look up to others. I hope that one day I can look you straight in the eyes and say, "Hello, Jiang Jing."
Maybe we can see each other through the blue...
——Excerpted from Bei Qing's diary when she was 18 years old