Twenty-seven-year-old Feng Jiayao said: When I was seventeen, when I loved someone, I loved them without any hesitation. I always thought that loving someone meant cherishing each other for a lifetime. From then on, I could no longer tolerate other people in my eyes. My love was like a fire and would never give up until it burned out.
Seventeen-year-old Jiang Lu said: I love you, and I will love you forever.
It was you who brought me to heaven, and then pushed me to hell. The love I wanted was just ordinary, from school uniforms to wedding dresses; from youth to old age, the vigorous love could not withstand the fate of forgetting each other in the world.