Waiting for the destined person in another world, watching the origin and destruction of destiny in the play.
"I'll lend it to you." A young man wearing a silver mask grabbed Chen An'an, hugged his waist, and took An An straight to the lantern shop.
I stared straight at the young man, my heart racing, thinking that this person might be the one I have been looking for for a long time, and two red clouds flew over my face. His mind kept searching for the "Heart Sutra of Love" taught by his master, and then he lowered his head shyly. I sighed at the wisdom of the master.
After a while, a crowd of people surged behind them, and when they regained consciousness, the young man was nowhere to be seen. As soon as he touched it, even the money bag tied around his waist disappeared without a trace. I can't help but want to cry without tears, and feel sad.
The first destined person took his wallet and left forever.
The peach blossoms are blooming and radiant. I envy whose elegance is peerless...