Fate is something that's hard to pin down, but in Xie Xin's heart, she felt that every encounter with everyone could be considered fate.
After all, there are so many people in this world, and every day, there are so many people who pass by you.
But out of all those people, the ones whose names you know, those you've exchanged a few words with, or shared a meal with, are few and far between.
Xie Xin smiled without saying anything, her gaze falling outside the car window, watching the rain pouring down joyfully.
Initially, Xie Xin thought that Han Shaojing sending her home would be the end of the matter.
But in actuality, that wasn't the case, because Han Shaojing received a phone call on the way.
The call lasted about two minutes before hanging up, sounding like a friend of Han Shaojing, given the familiar tone.
However, Han Shaojing didn't say much; he mostly listened, which made Xie Xin a bit surprised.
