It's half a story about chasing light.
One day, Meng Hui leaned against the bed and asked Shen Qanting: "What do you mean by fate?"
Shen Qian Ting took off Meng Hui's glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose and smiled softly: "Fate is like that day when it snowed heavily, brother, I was in a good mood, and it is like the day when your limp leg happened to be lame and you still haven't recovered..." Shen Qian Ting lowered his eyes and looked at Meng Hui, who was moving his head little by little.
Intention: Whatever