Maybe fate is playing tricks on people like this. It made us meet, but also kept us apart from each other. When it feels far away, pull it in a little closer; when it feels closer, relax a little bit. Therefore, the distance between me and Zhou Kong always fluctuates around five points, and gradually tends to balance.
Parallel lines never intersect. I used to feel that as long as one line is slightly skewed, no matter how long or far apart the two lines are, they will always meet. Later I discovered that we did not belong to the same plane.
Note: first person perspective
Protagonist: Zhou Kong & Fang Qing
Intention: Brave
