I remember seeing a quote: When a man offers his money, his heart, and his body, that means he loves you. If he offers money and his body, that means he's keeping you. If he only offers his body, without money or his heart, he's just playing with you. Only a despicable man would repeatedly emphasize: "Even though I can't give you much money, and I might be unfaithful if I get the chance, you must love me unconditionally. You must care for my parents, cater to my family, bear my children, do household chores, and not be materialistic about food or clothes." That, supposedly, is true love, no matter the cost.
And then, women slowly get worn out in this so-called "great love," ending up like discarded peanut shells—yellow-faced hags.
Yan Xixi thought, But I couldn't possibly manage such a high and mighty "love." Let other "good women" do it. Good women go to heaven; who cares if I end up in hell after death! It doesn't matter to me.
