When Lin Xiaoman worked in a convenience store, he would always meet the man wearing black-rimmed glasses. He would always show up late at night to buy a bottle of milk and help her sort out the crooked shelf labels. Later she found out that his name was Lu Zhao and he was a well-known freelance photographer.
The world in Lu Zhao's lens is gentle and healing. He will take photos of wild roses covered with dew in the morning, and record ordinary people living hard in the corners of the city. Lin Xiaoman was attracted by the stories in his photos and offered to be his assistant. The two shuttled through the streets with cameras on their backs. Lu Zhao taught her composition, and she helped him find inspiration. The tacit understanding quietly grew through cooperation.
When Lin Xiaoman fell into a trough due to family changes, Lu Zhao silently spent countless sleepless nights with her, using photo albums to piece together the hope of life for her; and Lin Xiaoman also discovered that the seemingly sunny Lu Zhao had childhood trauma hidden in his heart. They are like two lonely stars, shining in each other's world and healing each other. There are no ups and downs of dramatic conflicts, only gentle confessions in daily life, and a sweet romance that goes both ways.
