"The destiny I once believed in eroded my fleeting time bit by bit. If it could happen again, maybe I would rather stay by his side, just like those years when I chased him under the locust tree. I have come so far just to say: my boy again."
I flipped through the diary left by Kang Qiao in my hand, and I was a little at a loss. What is fate? I once thought that fate was the eyes that could not be opened no matter how much I shouted, and those people that I could not get back no matter how hard I tried. It was precisely because of these that I fell deeply into the whirlpool of fate. Later, I discovered that just as I was chasing my destiny, I met so many people and I was such a happy person. Turning around, I saw Liao Ziqing and Lin Yi grilling skewers, Meng Xueyan accompanying Gu Yixuan reading the script, He Luofan sitting on a recliner reading a book, and Su Yan, who was holding my clothes and walking towards me with a smile. Destiny for me has never been the way home, but along the way.