Zhang Zhenyuan: the Moonlight Falls on Your Shoulders

He is the king of the stage under the spotlight, but he hides in her flower shop late at night and stops for a bouquet of flowers that reminds him of summer. She is a street corner florist, her fingertips are stained with dirt, but she can read his fatigue hidden under the sequins. When the moonlight climbed onto the stage, his microphone and her flower scissors quietly made a gentle sound. ——It turns out that the weak point of the top class is the cup of warm milk.