Five years ago, downstairs in her house, he had bloodshot eyes and said nothing to her as she decided to leave, but he called her the moment she turned off the lights: "I respect you, goodbye." She thought in the darkness, and now her world was really dark.
Five years later, the two of them passed each other indifferently at a class reunion, but both secretly calmed down the turmoil in their hearts out of sight of the other. Similar work responsibilities and similar interests and hobbies make them meet again and again. The longing that had been suppressed deeply and silenced for too long triggered a one-night stand between the two. Afterwards, the two remained cold on their faces, but their instincts brought them closer and closer. In the intertwining of love and hate, the relationship is no longer the impulsive and reckless thing it was five years ago. They are growing up, and the love is also growing and spreading, and finally becomes out of control. He said: "If that's the case, then don't clean it up and live in a mess together for the rest of your life."
She took him to the temple to worship Buddha. She said to the Buddha: "Thank you for the arrangement." But he said: "Let her regard it as fate."
You don't need to know, it's not fate, it's my intention.