He said to her: "Seeing you always reminds me of my childhood."
And her childhood was filled with another him.
She flew into the flames and burned her entire youth for her first love.
He felt sorry for her desperate efforts, even though it was not for him.
And she also understood his responsibility;
Therefore, only the care given by another person can make me feel at ease.
Twenty years later, she understood:
Love is not a fluke, it is the work of fate.