At that time, we who were inexperienced in the world always listened to others preaching that "everything is the best arrangement", but how could a passionate young man believe in fate. Until a long, long time later, when the young man was sitting on a small bench, clinging to the palm fan, telling his story to others, he would sigh: I really didn't realize it at that time, this is called fate.
For Xia Qiao, meeting Gu Ren was fate.
For Lu Li, meeting Xia Qiao was fate.
I still like you very much, just like the ginkgo leaves beside the pavilion that grow and fall again and again.