Speak, so that you do not appear lonely.

After being away for a while, many things have happened in life. Happiness often visits us, and misfortune comes by now and then. Every person's life ought to be vibrant; in this, we are all the same. As the philosopher once said, God deals you a hand of cards—how well you play them is up to you.

I believe that those who enjoy this story are readers who are mature or have weathered various experiences, for life offers few opportunities to anyone. Each of us strives endlessly for things both great and small—some for ourselves, others for those around us. The longer one lives in society, the more clouded the heart becomes; the original purity slowly fades away. We come to value gain, and even more so, we become invested in the pursuit of it.

Having written urban romance for so long, I’d like to share my own understanding of love.

The relationships between people are inherently delicate; to meet is fate, and to be able to get along is something to be cherished even more. Yet, the world is filled with countless objective obstacles—problems and confusions that we are powerless to resist. These are things we cannot escape.

Suppose two people are truly in love; does distance really exist between them? My answer is no. Love is worthy of praise precisely because of its greatness and its irrepressible nature. There are indeed many hardships—be they the miles that separate us or the differences in status. It would be best if such distances didn’t exist, but just like Yang Chen, what are you to do if you fall for the daughter of a wealthy family?

Love can cause a person to lose themselves, or it can awaken one who has long been asleep; it all depends on whether that love is warm or cold.

At different stages in life, everyone faces their own choices: Zhang Jiaxin chose to let go; Sister Rose chose divorce; Shi Yuqi chose to break the law… Each has her own understanding and contemplation of love. Does that make their choices wrong?

Yang Chen gave up on Luo Qing—not because he didn’t love her, but precisely because he cherished their relationship too much. He wanted her to forget him before he left, to sever all longing, so that Luo Qing would be left with the best version of herself.

To be fair, the most mature woman in this story is Sister Rose. Having endured the greatest sorrow and unending regret, her entire outlook has been transformed. Behind every mature person lies a multitude of unspoken wounds—this is true for them, and for us as well.

My thoughts are scattered—take them as my own ramblings, ha.

In the end, I hope everyone who reads these words will find a happiness that belongs to them alone.

Good night. I’d like to recommend a song: “Bird in the Forest.” Sweet dreams.