In a vast sea of 1.4 Billion people, the probability of two people meeting is a tiny miracle that statistics cannot easily calculate.
It is like two dust particles blown by the same wind in the desolation of the universe; like two water droplets in the endless river of time that happen to merge into the same wave. This is not only a "number of fractions" in a mathematical formula, but more like a poem written by fate - making a one in 1.4 Billion possibility become the only thing that reflects each other in the eyes of two people.
The heartbeat is more certain than my own knowledge that I like you. There is no reason. Just the feeling at that moment is forever.
Concept: Secret love turns into bright love and it seems that everything will fail