It took a long time to recover from her sobs. She looked out the window and said softly, "I once asked your sister why she loves me, and she said: 'Because I met you.' I asked what kind of love, and she said: 'Love like smoke.'"
What kind of love is Ruyan's love. Hazy, like a shadow, will it disperse gently in a moment?
Love is profound, how deep is it? It's impossible to compare, because everyone has their own meaning. We can love infinitely.
I can't think straight.