She once said that meeting him was her disaster.
He was painting at that time. He was slightly startled after hearing her words. He put down his pen and turned around to hug her. He chuckled: "The Buddhist scriptures say that looking back five hundred times in the previous life is the exchange for passing by each other in this life. It is fate that you and I met. This is a marriage destined by God. How can it be called a disaster?"
Later, when Liu Wensheng thought of this sentence, he felt filled with bitterness. In their previous lives, they must have looked back no less than five hundred times, so they missed each other so suddenly. Once they parted, it was forever.
Idea: Of course you hope she loves you, but can you really try your best to believe that she really loves you?