The Buddha said: Only by looking back five hundred times in the past life can we pass by each other in this life. Meeting each other is the fate cultivated in the previous life. In December, I wish I could meet the poetic you, see the sunshine, smile at me from the picturesque autumn forest, and come towards me affectionately... One is the person she loves deeply, and the other is the man who makes her heartache. Who does she love the most?