Xia Jiuye has been thinking, if it hadn't been for that collision, what would I be like now? Should he continue to sink and swim in that night, unable to find a way to salvation, or should he lose himself under the torture of life and then die quietly.
Ouyang Tian has also been thinking, if it hadn't been for that collision, would I be sitting on the throne of the head of the Ouyang family now, enduring the cold loneliness of high places alone.
However, there are no ifs. Meeting is a kind of fate, falling in love is a kind of tacit understanding, and wanting to make up for it is a kind of luck.