What is fate: among millions of people, seeing you at that moment, earlier or later, is considered a miss. In this way, we are not destined, but how can we admit it to ourselves? When this careless person ties the red thread around our wrists in such a serious and expectant manner, my heart is filled with sadness. This person is this person, and no matter how unethical it is for him, I don't care.
I will never forget the way he looked when I first met him. His sad eyes were so stubborn. At that moment, I thought I knew the most important thing in this life, which is to cherish this person.