### **What Is Love, and Where Does It Originate?** I find myself unable to comprehend it fully. Perhaps love is nothing more than a colorful butterfly—beautiful to behold, yet forever out of reach. If you truly attempt to grasp it tightly within your hands, it will struggle, and in its struggle, all its vibrant colors will be rubbed away, leaving behind only pale emptiness. Now, I seem to understand why I tread so carefully—because I fear that, in failing to touch her soul, I might erase the beauty that makes her who she is. ### **A Story of Pure, Deep Love:** —Four years ago, you were my tenant; four years later, you became my wife... —Two years ago, you were the man I loved deeply; two years later, you became the father of my child... —I long to spend my entire life repaying her love, experiencing her youth and beauty, and in the twilight of our years, falling in love with the wrinkles on her face... ### **A Story of Emotional Struggles and Self-Redemption:** —A searing first love, Jian Wei; a reckless night, Le Yao; a life-and-death love, Mi Cai... —In a city driven by desire, you are my only faith. —It seems as though everyone around me is moving forward, yet I remain like a watchman in a field, standing still, savoring a century of solitude. —Behind human nature lies the ever-changing clouds of fate; we must all become masters of life. ### **A Sky Castle in the Clamor of the World:** —Perhaps love is merely a colorful butterfly—beautiful, yet forever unattainable. —If you attempt to clutch it too tightly, it will struggle, and in doing so, it will lose all its colors, leaving only a pale, faded shadow of what once was.