Soon, I will get married to her. Looking back on the past, it suddenly feels like a dream. Everything in the past has faded away, and the girl who once vowed to be a brother-in-law can no longer even remember her appearance. Like the withered rose, all that remains is the beauty of the past. Maybe life is like this, gathering and dispersing are unpredictable, but there will always be unexpected surprises. The love that I thought I had received, but looking back, it was myself who was hurt. The final outcome is often an unexpected encounter.
It turns out that fate is like this.