"Ning Xia..."
"Don't speak, let me talk."
Ning Xia closed her eyes tightly, struggling to suppress her crumbling emotions, "Yes, you have regained your memory now, you have come back to find me, as long as I am willing, we can be happy like before. But I am terrified that in our moments of happiness, something might happen next, not knowing what might separate us again!"
"I used to think love was eternal, that as long as we loved each other, nothing could tear us apart. Later, I realized how naïve and ridiculous I was."
"Do you know? It's not you that I hate now, it's myself!"
"I hate that when you were sick and in pain, I could only watch; I hate that when your life was in danger, I couldn't do anything. It really hurt, I never felt inferior because of my identity or my family background, but in that moment, I felt so insignificant, so humble."
