I originally thought that we would be two parallel lines, independent of each other and never intersecting. However, fate, she is so wonderful, she can always use the combination of causes and events to twist each other miserably. In the end, it is difficult to escape this soft red line around the finger, like a prick of temperament on the tip of the heart, saying viciously: This heart and soul is mine! Always mine!
Well, yes, it will always be yours. It was destined to be yours from the beginning~