I have always believed in fate. In the past seventeen years, no one around me has been nicer to me except Li Zimu. But being nice to someone doesn't necessarily mean love. Later, when I met Bai Shi, they were playing around, chatting and laughing. When it was not easy to notice, love came. I don't want love to be grand, but I hope that when I like him, he also likes me. The road we walked hand in hand has not reached the end, and the memories along the way are enough for us to recall for a long time.
Later, in fact, if I had loved once and separated, I would not regret it anymore.