In high school, Wang Jianwei silently gazed up at Wang Shu Ye onstage. She did not dare make a sound, even when helping him evade his obsessive fans.
Seven years later, as a rookie reporter, she stumbled into his arms at a chaotic press conference.
He recognized her but pretended they were strangers. Only when she was jostled did he quietly shield her from the crowd.
When their relationship was exposed and scandals came pouring in, she tried to leave without a word.
But late one night, he barged into her home, eyes red, and held up the old handkerchief she had accidentally left behind in her haste all those years ago:
"Did you think you were the only one sneaking looks at me in the corridor? That white dress you dirtied when you fell appeared in my dreams for three years."
"As you chase the light, the light is watching you tenderly, too."
