Her eyes wandered from the void to the flower branch in her hand, which was wrapped in red and white. The quiet fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose. Her fingers stroked it back and forth. Such a clear touch told her that the stunning man was not just a dream in the afternoon.
Little did she know, the last smile he left behind became her eternal disaster.
A long time later, when she recalled her first encounter with him, she would always tell him with a smile.
That day was her fate.