The first time they met, she was eight years old and he was fourteen. From then on, in those years when she didn't understand love, he stayed in her heart forever.
When they met again, he became her god, but they tortured each other and worried about gains and losses. That year, she was only sixteen years old, but eight years too late.
She knew, she had always known, that he never belonged to her alone. He only messed up her mind.
It's just that the red rope is causing trouble, and the world of mortals is a stranger, and is tied up everywhere. Don't ask whether it's calamity or fate...