If five hundred times of looking back in my past life were enough to exchange for one passing by you in this life, I would exchange a thousand times to look back in exchange for stopping in front of you in this life.
In the vast sea of people, she and he seemed to be two unrelated lines that could not intersect, but they met by chance.
Meeting is fate, acquaintance is fate, knowing each other is fate, and separation is also fate.
Where will her fate with him go...
Intention: The steady flow of water in ordinary life