After Thea died, all I remembered for a while was how nice she was, how she burned her hands the first time she cooked for me, and how she picked out my gray hair. Later, there was a period of time where I only remembered how bad and annoying she was. She would hit me, kick me, bite me, and embarrass me in public. But later, I even forgot what she looked like. When she was alive, she burned all our photos, and in the end she only kept a photo of her in Los Angeles with an old Taiwanese woman.
The love and desire of affectionate old-style Chinese lovers, the selfishness, ugliness and a little tenderness of human nature.