"It's like... I'm a commodity that you own."
Jiang Min lay down on the back of the chair and closed his eyes, tired and relaxed.
Xu Yuan was shocked when he heard this, closed the computer and stood up, picked up the teacup, and approached very gently.
"No, you are a work of art."
"It's a work of art... Then I'm the one worth appreciating among the many you own."
"When measuring art... It never depends on its value."
"When people look at commodities, they see desire in their eyes; when they look at works of art, they see desire."
Jiang Min straightened up and approached her following the intertwined gazes.
"But what's the difference between desire and longing?"
"Desire, greed, anger, ignorance, pride, doubt, confusion, and wrongful deeds lead to all sorts of evil deeds."
"But longing... Is an itch that instantly swells in front of beauty. It is a bud that is nourished and breaks the ground in an instant. It is lightly scratched in the heart, an itch that wants to express but is speechless and choked."
Intention: 9 out of 10 times life is not what you want, but 21 out of 10 are often missed.
