Xiao An, I heard that the Han people believe in fate. They say that everyone's little finger is wrapped with an invisible red thread. On the other end of the red thread, you are holding the person who will stay with you for the rest of your life.
But mother, if she and I accidentally get separated in the vast sea of people, and we can't get back to our original place, what should I do? Should we just sit back and wait forever, or should we just let ourselves go with the flow?
At that time, he just dealt with it casually and didn't take it seriously. Who knew that things were unpredictable? Five years later, when I was desperate, I met the sun-like boy again and followed his footsteps on another unusual path.