From love arises sorrow; from love arises fear; if one is separated from love, there is no sorrow and no fear.
Xue Yi: I don't want to give up, even if it's a secret love, I want to love you quietly like this for the rest of my life... But in the end, I found that I was already bruised and bruised. Maybe, learning to look down on some things is the best way to protect myself, right? Yan Han...