Shen Changye's world is a long night shrouded in gray filters. The cracks of his parents' divorce and his mother's tired sighs made him accustomed to wrapping himself in a cold shell, like a plant growing silently in the shadows, with even his smile carrying a coolness of alienation.
Until that September when cicadas were chirping noisily, Jiang Xingchi crashed into his desk like an unexpected ray of sunshine.
The boy was wearing a washed-white school uniform, his eyebrows were crescent-shaped, and even the mints he was handed had the sweetness of orange soda. He would secretly draw crooked stars on Shen Changye's draft book when he was lowering his head to write questions; he would stand in front of him and say "he is my deskmate" when he was surrounded by rumors; and he would reply in seconds to the messages he sent from him late at night due to insomnia, "I am here, watching the stars with you."
Jiang Xingchi's world is a candy jar filled with love. His generous family background and harmonious family gave him the confidence to heal everything. But when he saw Shen Changye sitting alone in the corner of the playground, holding a crumpled family photo between his fingertips, his heart seemed to be grasped by something - he wanted to be the first star to light up this long night.
From the tentative approach between his classmates, to the street lights they walked side by side after evening self-study; from the first time Shen Changye took the initiative to share his thoughts, to Jiang Xingchi protecting him behind him against all malicious intentions.
Someone asked Jiang Xingchi: "Why are you so nice to him?"
He smiled and looked at Shen Changye, who was not far away, with unconcealable tenderness in his eyes: "Because the long night needs stars, and I just want to do it, the one that shines just for him."
When the sun finally penetrates the clouds and the stars fall into the long night, it turns out that the most healing love is never to forcefully dispel the darkness, but to accompany him through the long night with light.
Concept: Love is a two-way salvation, not a one-way salvation