The dream soon shattered, and when I woke up, it was a desolate place.
"Do you believe in fate? Do you believe that in that long life, everyone you meet is destined to be unknown. Your meeting, separation, sadness, and happiness are all just one of the many scripts in the hands of fate."
She had a dream. In the dream, she met some unknown people and became strangers. When I woke up, I was left in a state of confusion.
The joys and sorrows in the dream, the happiness and despair in the dream.
It has nothing to do with her.
"Do you believe in fate? The one who controls all humble lives, the one who always likes to suddenly switch to sad drama just when joy is about to happen."
"Do you believe in fate?"
"I, don't know."