This article was originally published in "36 Strategies of Love", with the title "Founding in the East and Attacking in the West". Later, because I lost the registration number of the ID, I couldn't finish it. Now I have sorted it out, made slight modifications, finished the second half, and put it together in a collection of short stories.
Love, this thing, is too subtle, there is no reason, no right or wrong, only a feeling that is difficult to grasp and indescribable.
Is Ho Dong-lai's love complete or lacking?
Conception: