As Zhang Ailing said: Every man has had two women like this, at least two. Marry a red rose, and over time, the red one will become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, while the white one will remain "the bright moonlight in front of the bed." If you marry a white rose, the white one will become a grain of rice sticky on your clothes, and the red one will become a cinnabar mole on your heart.
Just like the only thing that can be lamented and cherished is the past.
Conception: