This is a story about waiting, and a story about missing out while waiting. He and I missed three times, maybe more than three times. The world is so small and so big, what are the chances of encountering it if you travel according to your own consciousness?
The luckiest thing in my life is that I met Jonouchi Mata, and he was also waiting for me. He and I picked up the package again and embarked on the journey to South America.
Now I understand that the so-called regrets in life are for greater gains, and the so-called love at first sight is the greatest luck. I love him as much as he loves me, no more and no less.