If love could be explained and vows could be rewritten, if our encounter could be rearranged, then life would be much easier. If one day I could finally forget you—however, this is not just a passing legend, nor a play to be staged tomorrow; I cannot find the original manuscript to strike you out. ——Xi Murong, *Error*
Just like the initial encounter, from the very beginning, it was like two distant planets, orbiting in different paths; even if they happen to cross, it is nothing more than a beautiful mistake. ——Xia Qixi, *The Book of Smiles and Forgetfulness*
Love me, not because I am beautiful; there are many more beautiful people in this world. Love me, not because of my wisdom; there are countless wise men in this world. Love me, simply because I am me—a little good, a little bad, a little foolish; the one and only me throughout history. Love me, simply because we met. ——Zhang Xiaofeng
Youth is encountering seven versions of yourself: one bright, one sorrowful, one magnificent, one adventurous, one stubborn, one soft, and finally, the one that is still growing.
Some people meet by chance; some things begin unexpectedly; some words are promised unintentionally; some loves arise in the midst of serendipity.