May 21 was Online Valentine's Day, a Chinese homonym for the number that means "I love you".

On this day, I planned to perform a performance open to the audience: a wedding dress was cut into a T-shirt, and its various sacred symbols of love were pulled back into the daily life. And I, as the performer, wore it. The audience was allowed to write down their understanding of love in red paint on the T-shirt until no one else did, and the show ended.

I took my body as the carrier, carrying the so-called traces of love on the cloth. When all the written traces were put together, did we begin to wonder what people were unleashing when they communicated the so-called love of this age to the world? The constant act of writing was in part an accumulation of expressions of love, but perhaps in another way, it could also be a load, harassment, and invasion, or even interpreted as a simple act of violence. The giver and the recipient made writing itself a duality, and what was left in the end was evidence of all these feelings.