Lin Weisheng now thinks back to that day and still feels that it was God's will. He was not a person who believed in fate, but this time, he thought there was no harm in thinking about it.
In fact, it was just an ordinary March day. I can no longer remember the day and time. Only the warm light and the gentle wind were clear in my mind, and everything else was blurred.
And that person was sitting against the light, smiling into the wind. The black brim covered most of his face, and the light and dark were intertwined like a silhouette, making it hard to see clearly.