The road of life is winding and winding, and there is no sign of my liking for you. He told me that he walked into the classroom that day and looked up to see me sitting by the window, with the halo of light shining on my long, disheveled hair. I lowered my head and did my homework seriously. He probably liked me from that moment on. Later I asked him whether it was my long, silky hair, the warm light from the window, or the seriousness with which I did my homework that attracted him. He said it was not the case, just because that person was me.
Purpose: Falling in love is destiny