When she met him, at the most painful moment, she didn't know whether it was an accident or intentional.
When she saw him again, she looked back at him and smiled, whether it was fate or bad fate, she never expected.
She smiled bitterly, "It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that you asked me to believe it. Your appearance is always such a coincidence."
"You've been lying to me, haven't you?" Tears rolled down my clothes, is love a tragedy after all?
Not a tragedy, not a sadomasochism,