If you are a Bodhisattva, with all the causes and conditions. I met you when I was seventeen, and it took me fourteen years to forget you. Everything is unavailable, buried in your lost soul. What do those people you meet have to offer you other than sleeping with you? Xiyu wanted to forget the nightmare of being almost raped when she was young. She discovered that in fact, she had gone from fear, joy to numbness towards the entanglement of this rape. Love without a soul is just an empty shell. One thought of heaven, one thought of hell.