Love may be the result of unintentional insertion, or it may be the fate gained step by step.
The man with clear eyebrows under the fireworks in Edinburgh, England, squinted his eyes and smiled at her in the noisy crowd, as if the magnificent fireworks were all colored, and only the curvature of the corners of his mouth and the beauty of the corners of his eyes were remembered. . . .
Under the sun, she was walking on the university campus with a young man wearing a bachelor's uniform. There was no hint of separation on the young man's face. They threw their bachelor's hats in front of the camera and laughed wantonly, "We graduated." He turned his head, his black eyes sparkling, and said to her softly, "We will always be together." After saying this, he tightened his hands, as if this was eternity. . . .