Fig

--- "Fig" When she was seventeen years old, Pingxuan hid two stars in a star bottle. One says "thank you" and the other says "like". She gave it to Tan Xiyao, and he kept it and said, "I will cherish it if you give it to me." But later, she still pushed him away. "Don't look for me again." Five years later, Seoul. Pingxuan and her best friend went to see her idol's concert, and when the concert ended, the ribbon fell all over her body. Turning his head, Tan Xiyao stood beside her and sighed. "I came to Seoul to find you." From Jiangcheng to Seoul, from the age of seventeen to twenty-two. They were separated by five years of silence, a distance of two thousand kilometers, and a longing that they dared not say to each other. She asked: "Can I chase you?" He smiled: "Is there such a good thing?" —— This is a story about "pushing away" and "recovering". At seventeen, I thought pushing you away was the best choice. At the age of twenty-two, I want to tell you - I regret it. The seed called love has neither blossom nor fruit. It's just tasteless and inexplicably sour, like figs. Also like Pingxuan and Tan Xiyao. Not all likes have to be together. But if you want, I'd like to chase you again. --- Concept: Who says star-chasing girls don't have sweet love?