His Concert

What is it like to be with your idol? I once looked up to him like a distant star. Until that star fell in front of my little cafe—soaked all over and its light was shattered. It turns out that Song Xu on the altar is also in pain and embarrassed. In the rainy and foggy town, I awkwardly caught the falling star. A cup of coffee and a little light reflect each other's true appearance. Then he disappeared. Like it never happened. Only me is left, and a heart that has learned to no longer just look up. A few years later, we met again in Shanghai. The neon lights of the city were dazzling, but his gaze was hotter than the starlight. This time, he is no longer a high-flying idol, and I am no longer a fangirl hiding behind the bar. It turns out that the star I once looked up to fell into the world to illuminate me. But this time, it was me who steadily caught all his fragility.