The starlight of the awards ceremony has yet to fade, but the tea at the blind date has already gone cold.
On the night she takes home the Golden Shadow Award, Su Wanqing gets a call from her mother: “Three o'clock, Yumingxuan. Lu Chengxiao.”
He's the captain of the criminal investigation squad at the municipal bureau, from a family on par with hers and handsome to boot, but as cold as a tempered blade.
Ten minutes into their conversation, they understand each other perfectly: just go through the motions, and don't get involved.
She thinks it's an insignificant detour in the life of a top-tier star.
He considers it just another routine appointment in a busy police career.
Then antique props go missing from her film set in the middle of the night, and someone deliberately sabotages the brakes at the filming location.
Then, while leading the investigation, he discovers that her name seems to overlap with a dangerous clue in a major serial case.
Fate will no longer let their parallel lines continue undisturbed.
At the scene of a crisis, he shields her and blocks every camera aimed her way.
At a rainy alleyway, he turns back to hand her a black umbrella, its handle still warm from his touch.
Amid the storm of public opinion, he walks toward the cameras, turning his cold back on the world and baring his softest feelings only to her. “Wanqing, don't be afraid. I'm here.”
And in the dead of night, after all her halos have faded, she asks him just one question: “Lu Chengxiao, do you think we'll meet again in our next lives?”
It turns out the most moving encounters are never explosive collisions like sparks striking the earth.
They are as quiet as evening stars. You burn bright like fireworks, and though our paths blaze in completely different ways, we illuminate the same world together.
