One afternoon many years ago, he came to the temple with his parents to pray for blessings.
I saw her, she was still young.
I saw her closing her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her hands folded on her chest, facing the Buddha statue in front of her, and silently reciting something in her mouth.
He couldn't see her eyes, but he was inexplicably sure that she was a serious and lovely girl, so cute that he missed her for the first half of his life and occupied the second half of his life.
She is not good-looking, at best she is pretty. But he felt her beauty, stubbornness, and pride coming from the depths of her soul.
He is a very casual person, but he doesn't believe in love at first sight.
And it happened that I fell in love with her at first sight.