When she was fourteen years old, she was the apple of her father's eye, and he was his most protégé.
When she was seventeen years old, she was living under someone else's roof and was in dire straits. He first shined in the music hall.
At the age of twenty-four, she was walking like a living dead, unable to live or die. He was so talented that he was the youngest concertmaster in the history of the orchestra, and a piece of music was hard to come by.
She said, "To me, love is the most luxurious thing in the world."
She said, "You are so dazzling. You were before and even more so now. Even when you were prosperous, you would never have thought about something. Now, I am so broke. How can I think about it? How dare I think about it."
He said, "Now, I am finally good enough for you."