On the day of fate, hold our hands. 🌿
Fang never believed in the word "destiny."
She only believes that life is the sum of decisions.
And love... is what happens when two people try equally.
Until one day
She strayed into the greenhouse in the middle of the botanical garden.
The day the rain just stopped falling.
And the whole world is as quiet as intended for someone to meet.
A young man in a dark suit stands not far away.
He was looking at a tree with calm eyes.
Fang can't remember who started talking first.
Only know that the short sentence about the tree
Back makes that conversation longer than I thought.
His name is Zhang Wei.
A young man who speaks little.
But every word fits the heart of the straw strangely
After that day,
The two accidentally met again... and again.
At the same time. The same corridor.
It's like the world pre-arranged those rhythms.
Fang once asked him one day.
"Do you believe in fate?"
Zhang Wei smiled thinly before answering.
"I don't know if fate exists.
But I know... every time I see you,
I never wanted to go the other way. "
The answer is not sweet.
But stable enough to make the straw heart shake
The love of the two does not whiz.
There's only a walk together on weekdays.
Warm coffee in the morning.
The hand that reached to catch when the straw accidentally got lost.
And "I'm here" on the day she was weakest.
Until the day Fang understood that
Fate... may not mean meeting.
But to "not let go" after being found.
In the same greenhouse.
Straw stands in a white dress.
Her hands are in Zhang Wei's hands again.
This time... not as a stranger.
But a man who will live together until the last day.
The sunlight passed through the clear glass.
Surround the two in gentle silence.
Straw smile
And admit for the first time in my life that -
Maybe... fate.
Just want two people
Dare to hold hands tight enough. 🤍


























































































