On the 100th day after his martial arts skills were exhausted, Wen Mochi met Fu Shuiqing, whom he had longed for. Lowering the brim of her hat, she leaned on a crutch and passed by him silently, just like countless strangers on the street.
——Wen Mochi, do you regret what happened now?
——Regret! The first time we met, I should have dealt with you.
Intention: It's never too late