Xia Mujin: It's me when you like me, but it's not me when you don't like me.
Seeing Xia Mujin again, Shi Yan felt as if he had met her for the first time. She was just like she is now, neither cold nor hot, neither far nor near, neither humble nor arrogant, walking alone in the huge world. Shi Yan's eyes closely followed Xia Mujin's thin back, and the heartache that had been sleeping for a long time slowly came over...
Bo Qingqing: You gave me your willfulness, and I thought at least I was special. When I saw that you had left your tenderness to her, I realized that I had been wishful thinking for so many years.