When I first met Lin Jing, I always thought of her as a man, but I didn't expect that she was a woman.
The second time I met her was when she became my psychological counselor.
The third time I saw her was when we were dating.
The fourth time I saw her, she was covered in blood but still smiled and said, "Wait for me."
Five years later, she returned.
She formally stood beside me and said: "No matter what the world thinks of us, as long as we have you."