Like the Passing Years

Actually, we're all sick...

Because the whole world is sick...

As the years pass, they grow old and are no longer young. What will they have left...

Gao Xuelun: “Life is a lie. If you can fool yourself, that's what counts as success.”

Su Yu: “To love you is to love you, your money, and your lies.”

Bai Nuannuan: “The truly pathetic are those who have nothing they can sell.”

Jiang Chuan: “A gambling god is someone who can bet their life and still never lose.”

Lin Xiuya: “Just because I don't cry, laugh, or make a fuss doesn't mean I'll keep giving way.”

Wei Lan: “Once we shed our wings, none of us is an angel.”

Their youth has yet to fade. They have the brightest years of their lives, and they live boldly and defiantly. They say:

Mo Ziyang: “The hydrangea means cold love. I'm selfish and cold, but that doesn't mean I can't love.”

Su Yu: “Love that grows from habit and the love of first passion are both just my love.”

Bai Nuannuan: “I just want you all to keep calling me your dear Nuannuan forever.”

Jiang Chuan: “I want you, and I want your heart even more.”

Lin Xiuya: “I'm willing to give up my love, because he loves you.”

Wei Lan: “I only want to protect the person I love, no matter what he's done.”

The passing years.

Back then, once upon a time, in the past.

We keep looking back, and then we miss the present.

How mighty time is, how fierce fate can be. Like a rope tightening around our necks, they leave us no escape, no breath, only struggle.

We were all immature children. Because we were young, we thought we could take on the whole world.

Those years are gone.

All that remains is a cold shell. Who can warm another's body?

My fingertips brush across your face, unchanged from before.

Only then do I understand that the one thing that never changed...

Actually, we're still the lonely children we once were.

We just want you to

love us, that's all.

"Prisoner of Love"

This is the story of a group of children growing into adults, not simply a romance. Some parts may seem unrealistic, but their struggles and the conflicts between love and life are real parts of our lives. Those painful yet sweet memories are like poison, like scars.

This story isn't a lighthearted, pure romance. If that's not what you like, please move along.