"I've never really asked what you hate or what you like—what do you like?" Su Qing asked curiously.
"Calendars, the rich twilight of summer, the eaves when it rains, the field ridges grown with wild horse mint..."
"Since you like them, why haven't I seen you buy calendars?"
"Whether I have a calendar or not, I still like 'Personal Diary'; I just love calendars that much," Gu Ran said, "especially the brand-new ones, the calendars for next year."
"What do you hate?"
"Ginger, grey mice, and someone standing beside me when I piss."
"Compared to likes, the things you hate seem so practical," Su Qing said, smiling as she fed him another piece of apple.
"What do you like?" Gu Ran asked.
"Innocent young men," Su Qing said.
"Ah?" Gu Ran suddenly opened his eyes wide.
"That's what I like," Su Qing said with a joyful laugh, "talking to you, teasing you."
