Philosophers have said that one cannot step into the same river twice. However, I fall into your river of love again and again. ——Inscription
What happened that made us begin to believe that fate is the driving force behind our encounters with the people in our lives.
When they finally met by chance, he had accepted his fate, but she was still homeless. How should they get along at that time?
If you were her, how would you choose?
It's been 2 years, I don't know if you are still here.