There is a kind of encounter called fate,
There is a kind of separation called fate.
She asked him for no promises.
He didn't make any promises to her either.
This fate is destiny,
She doesn't want to fight,
He couldn't fight.
The departure in red clothes was so chic that it stung his eyes.
Perhaps, in this life, her glance back was the last look between them.
Heng Yuan: There are very few people who can understand themselves, but I just don't want to be an understanding person.
Heng Yuan: Bai Que Ming, if you look back that day——