Buddha said: The cause of the past life is the result of this life.
That day, I kissed his forehead gently, then put my face against his, and said quietly: In the next life, you must remember me, wait for me, find me, and then marry me under the osmanthus tree...
On this day, he pushed the girl in the wheelchair who seemed to be sleeping soundly under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. He looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus ring in his hand and said softly to her: Little lazy pig, the sweet-scented osmanthus has bloomed. Shouldn't you wake up and be my bride...
The next moment, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus floats in the past and present life...