Love? What do you mean? Why are you saying it's your fate? I... I can't understand? Zhang Ziwen was somewhat afraid to think, afraid to go on, but he faintly longed for her to make it clearer, love? What kind of love? He felt her sadness, and at the same time, he was infected. He felt his own powerlessness, a hint of hesitation. Sometimes when feelings become too clear, it left him feeling helpless...