Yan Cici never thought that she would meet Lu Shiyan on such an occasion - she was wearing a bloated down jacket and a greasy head that hadn't been washed for three days, squatting on the roadside downstairs of the company to change pictures. And the male idol she had been chasing for three years in college, and who had never even looked at her, stood in front of her and called her name cleanly. What was even more embarrassing was that when she wanted to stand up, her legs were numb and she knelt down directly. I thought this was just a social moment, but I didn't expect Lu Shiyan to become a partner in a new project. The flower of Gaoling back then will now stay up late to revise pictures, remember that she doesn't eat instant noodles, and will deliver medicine to her door when she is sick. But the gentler he was, the more sober Yan Cici became: at the age of twenty-six, she was already past the age of believing in fairy tales. Until one day, Lu Shiyan looked at her and said, "You chased me for three years before. I will carry you on my back for the rest of the journey."
