As Fate Would Have It

Silly version:

Zhai Yu: Hey, girlie, be a good girl and come into my bowl. You can't escape my grasp.

Shen Luowei: What the hell are you pretending to be so devoted for? I chased you for twenty years. You abandoned me, ignored me, despised me, hurt me, boo-hoo-hoo, and even used me.

Zhai Yu: Exactly. You're my whole world, for all eternity. No one else gets this kind of treatment.

Shen Luowei: What kind of logic is that? Author, I demand a new male lead!!! At least give me one with a normal personality.

Author: Be good, Luowei. Hang in there for now. I'll torment the male lead mercilessly, mercilessly, mercilessly, mercilessly.

Zhai Yu: Why do I get the feeling your words bode ill for the future? So tell me, is it your story that's in trouble, or me, the male god?

Author: Uh, Male God Zhai, what does "trouble piled on trouble" smell like?

Zhai Yu: !!!!!

Literary version:

There is a kind of love called Zhai Yu. She is his whole world, for all eternity, so he calculates every step and takes her inch by inch, cruelly and without mercy.

There is a kind of love called Shen Luowei. He is the whole reason she keeps moving forward, so she flies into the flames like a moth, giving herself without a second thought. Even battered and bruised, she doesn't care.

Among millions of people, in the boundless wilderness of time, not a moment too soon or too late: if there is a you, there must be a me. Countless threads of fate weave into "us" and wind around us in the same circle.

Fate brought us together, and fate is a circle.