Love comes from nowhere, yet once it takes hold, it runs deep.
To ask about love,
is to ask about the Ninth Prince's "Though it seems there is no love, there is love";
is to ask about Zi Xin's "In life, some are born to be love's fools";
is to ask about Yue He's "How deep is this love that goes so far?"
What, in the end, is love?
Dear readers, do you know?
