All grievances and hatreds pass quietly in the blink of an eye. The love that was once so deep in the bones that it hurts the flesh and blood will eventually scab, slowly fade away, and slowly feel forgotten.
How many couples rush through their lives without knowing what love is, but they are full of descendants and have unparalleled happiness and longevity; and how many lovers slowly pass through half a life, fully understanding what love is, remaining speechless for the rest of their lives, and living in peace.
The first two people were deeply in love and committed to each other; in the end, they were walking on thin ice as if they were facing an abyss.
If there was still a chance, would you choose to meet her? After all, it is never up to us.