In Eileen Chang's classic novel Red Rose, White Rose, she mocked men who are fickle in love:
"Maybe every man has had two such women—at least two. Marry a red rose, and after a while, the red is a spot of mosquito blood on the wall while the white is still 'moonlight beside the bed.' Marry a white rose, and the white is a grain of rice stuck to a shirt, while the red is a crimson cinnabar mole over the heart."
Perhaps you once swore you would never change, but as the years go by, can you truly guarantee you will never stray?
