“That’s more like it,” Guo Yalan said with a sly grin, clutching the strand of hair she had just taken. “You don’t need to ask. Let me tell you, I haven’t had feelings for him for ages. I’m naturally fickle in love, you see. I fall for one person after another. It’s not that I don’t believe in good people, but I find it hard to believe in eternal love. Love is like a flower—it’s best preserved at its most beautiful moment. I want to fall in love endlessly, right until the day I die. Why settle for just one …