The first time the two met was during class that day.
He accidentally bumped into her smoking on the side stairs. The woman was leaning on the handrail of the stairs, with a dot of scarlet between her fingers and billowing white smoke blurring the side of the woman's face. Sitting next to me was what the teacher called a "little friend." He was laughing and cursing constantly.
Not wanting to get into trouble, he turned around and left, but he didn't notice the woman's indifferent gaze.
The next day, he took out a chocolate from the hole in the table. There was a sticky note on the package: Don't tell the teacher. Juanxiu's handwriting above seems different from his stereotype.
Once the connection is made, it becomes unstoppable.
He began to unconsciously pay attention to the unshakable smoke on the side stairs; the names that often appeared on the morning check-up list; and the fluttering hair tails of women at sports events...
The fate started because of her, but he was the only one who was bound.
Until graduation, there was only a graduation photo of all members and a slightly threatening note between them.
He originally thought that the fate between him and her had been severed by time, but an unexpected class reunion quietly connected the red thread between the two of them.
The familiar side staircase, the familiar smoke, the familiar funny laughter, and the familiar her were the same as that day. However, he will not give up again.
Purpose: Prosperity, Democracy, Civilization and Harmony