"Coffee, cigarettes, and alcohol are all bitter, yet somehow they make people addicted. Even though love torments you to the core, some people are still willing to crash into it again and again like moths to a flame. Why is that?"
Zhang Mingli was driving, smoking, a man full of foul language and lacking manners, the madman who had just burned his own house, yet as he slowly approached the end point, he grew somewhat silent.
"The first love destroyed all my illusions about love, made me feel uncomfortable, and turned me realistic. Wasn't everyone once a naive youth? Didn't everyone come through like this?"
"From the beginning, I thought too much, you know? Once you start fantasizing how beautiful love can be, you've already lost, even the color of your underwear has been seen through."
"Life's messy with all kinds of chores, love needs no reason, but sustaining love requires methods."
