When Will We Meet Again, My Dear?

Love is a living thing. It is born, it lives, it suffers, it rejoices, it falls ill, and it dies. Shen Shuran says: Love swept over two people who barely knew each other, you and me. Let's call it love at first sight. He Cui says: What you call an “accidental encounter,” Shuran and I call a “reunion.” They should have been able to find their way freely in a love they had struggled so hard to reunite with. One day, amid endless disappointment, He Cui finally understood what Shen Shuran had said: If one day you realize that something is wrong with all of this, please don't be too cruel to me, after all the effort I made to get close to you. And yet he was still too cruel to her. Who should pray, and who is praying: Fate, please grant us one last reunion.