Carefully smoothing the paper, I smiled as I looked at it. I got up, took my diary, carefully posted it inside, and wrote a sentence next to it: When I saw this note, I realized that I was not dreaming this afternoon. His fingers gently caressed the Cartier cashier slip. Suddenly he laughed out loud. It's great that I really met you. . If all the luck in my life has been used up when I meet you, can I use the luck in the next life to make you mine?