There is a person who is always waiting for you to look back at him in a corner of the world. There is a person who is always waiting for you to reach out to her wherever you look. Not wanting to miss out becomes a regret, not wanting to waste time becomes a process, and not wanting regret to become a result. Time can make memories fade away, it can make love wear away, and it can also make people more mature. It was fate that made them meet, and it was fate that played tricks on them. In the end, it was they themselves who defeated fate and chased happiness.