"Sister, please tell me what your standards are for choosing a mate?" "There are no standards, I still believe in fate." Yuelao, Yuelao, since we both have the word "month" in our names, I beg you, please make me the red thread of my sister. I am willing to stay by her side for the rest of my life. Years later, Xiaoyueguan became Laoyueguan, and she couldn't help but sigh that although fate was good, staying together still had to be earned. This is a story about the growth of love. As the saying goes, thousands of miles of fate lead us to meet love in the beautiful years. Is it the so-called fate? Or something else? This is my first time writing an article. I hope you all will like it. Please forgive me for any shortcomings. Thank you.