That day, Cheng Xin finally believed in the so-called fate
Nice to meet you. She whispered in her mind.
It was fate given by God. With such a small probability, they met.
It is fate given by God that people from different worlds meet today.
It is the fate given by God. The two parallel lines distort the space and gradually get closer.
That day, Yang Xuan suddenly discovered that this was the so-called love
God has made me unlucky for so long, and finally made me lucky once.
Looking at Cheng Xin who was pretending to sleep, Yang Xuan's heart, which had long been neither sad nor happy, seemed to have been put into a container filled with warm water, which was so warm that it was completely warm.