There is a love model that can never fit into the mathematical formula of A, B, and D.
This kind of love is bitter and hard to swallow but also exciting, with undercurrents surging but as irresistible as addiction to opium.
Luo Xiyuan: "If you love me, please let me go."
Han Yutai: "I don't love you, so I won't let you go."
What the two people weaving at the same time captured was not love - it was love that was drifting away.