Our souls are all incomplete, we are all monsters in this world, we are the same kind, this may not be love.
—Excerpted from Chen Kunming's letter to Yi Ren
Because it's not you, it doesn't matter who it is. —Yiren
I love you but telling you this is my biggest original sin
Relatives are twelve strokes, friends are twelve strokes, and lovers are twelve strokes. Twelve is simple but full of affection. You are my friend, my relative, and my lover, so you are my twelve. —Yiren's "Secret Love Diary"
The most difficult thing to understand in this world is that he can be understood
Intention: There is no pure black and white, right or wrong in the world, and there is no absolute meaning of good or evil.