That year in Huaiyun Mountain, she stood quietly under the locust tree. With a slight flick of her finger, the breeze picked up and the locust flowers fell with the wind. And he stood with his hands behind his back, silently watching this scene, watching him smile like a flower.
The road ahead may be endlessly bumpy, but he firmly remembers this scene.
He carries the world and the six realms on his shoulders. He cannot love her, cannot afford to love her, he can only let her live happily. That's enough.
She has always believed in the word "fate". Her mother said that one day she would find someone who is destined to be with her. She has been waiting silently, waiting for him to become her.
If love is God's will, then it must go against God's will. Right or wrong.