There is a Buddhist story. Once upon a time, there was a scholar who made an appointment with his fiancée to get married on a certain day of a certain year and month. On that day, the fiancée married someone else. The scholar was so shocked that he became ill. At this time, a visiting monk passed by and took out a mirror from his arms to teach the students to look at it. The scholar saw the vast sea and a murdered woman lying on the beach. A person passed by, took a look, shook his head, and left. Another person passed by, took off his clothes, covered the woman's body, and left. Another person passed by, went over, dug a hole, and carefully buried the body.
The monk explained that the female corpse on the beach was your fiancée's previous life. You are the second person who passed by and gave her a piece of clothing. She fell in love with you in this life just to repay your love. But the person she ultimately wanted to repay her whole life was the person who buried her in the end, and that person was her current husband.
The scholar has a great enlightenment.
Who buried you in your previous life?
Who buried me in my previous life?