She later learned that in psychology, there is a concept called the curse of unfulfilled wishes. She was sitting in a large lecture hall, where there were not many people left because of skipping classes. The heat of early summer mixed with the teacher's plain tone, every word seemed to be hypnotic. But she happened to hear these words in her heart. Whether it's an unfulfilled wish or a curse, it should be him.
After several years, in the office with bright and clean windows, she stared blankly at the familiar face smiling at him. The silhouette of that handsome face completely overlapped with the thin and clean appearance in her memory. She knew that the curse was coming.