First meeting. He is fifteen and she is thirteen.
She was covered in wounds and was protecting a little boy behind her, looking as vicious as a wolf. Grab his outstretched hand and bite it hard, spit, go away, you hypocritical rich man.
The crescent-shaped wound was imprinted on his heart from this moment on, and could never be eliminated.
But he never found the person who left traces.
Second meeting. He is twenty-two and she is twenty.
She was drunk into a puddle and cried in a dirty alley. He took her home.
After waking up, the beauty was nowhere to be found, as if she had had a spring dream all night.
And he didn't even know her name. No matter how he searched after that, he couldn't find any information about her.
The third meeting. He is twenty-nine and she is twenty-seven.
She kicked open the door of the box, threw the club manager in front of him, and said, this is your way of hospitality?
His eyes were clear and sharp, with no trace of old acquaintances.
She no longer recognized him.
We met three times, fourteen years apart, and experienced two reincarnations.
He spent all his time waiting, and she was at ease.
However, things can only go as far as three, Feng Qi.