I nervously tugged on the reins, closing my eyes that dared not open, my white bridal gown, and my hair, fluttering messily in the wind. At last, my Prince Charming took off across the water. After that, it is a lifetime together. As the old Chinese say, "If you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, and if you marry a dog, follow the dog". At the moment of the flight, I silently searched the years of memory, which is the continuation of the reincarnation of the past and present life?
