She met him for the first time when she was a teenager. At a sudden glance, he was the background in the car window that kept getting smaller;
It's luck, it's fate, it's walking slowly
Many years later, she finally left that sad city and finally met him again here;
She doesn't believe in marriage, just because there is him on the other side of the marriage, she would rather gamble once, and the bet is her own happiness in this life.
Then. . . .
From the past to the present, I miss the shadows of the old days.