Recently, Lin Xiaoyi believes more and more in the wonderful thing of fate. She wrote in her diary: Fate - therefore, we met, therefore, we got separated. It's a joy to see you, it's a joy to chat with you, it's a joy to play with you. Later, it's a secret joy to look into your eyes, it's a secret joy to hear your news, and it's a secret joy to dream about you. Near and far, in circles. The sunshine in your name illuminated me one day, and the tears in your name swallowed me up. However, from childhood to youth, it's okay to have you. Did we get separated when we realized we liked each other?
Intention: Simple at that time