A Summer Night's Prelude

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B-list actor (Xu Weixu) × female photographer (Xia Mu)

Kindred souls | Career-driven leads | Together every step of the way

Some love is like the spring breeze. It doesn't ask where it came from or where it's going. It blows from a thousand miles away, over mountains and rivers, through gaps in the leaves of the parasol trees, and settles on the windowsill of a photography studio. It needs no shape or sound. It only needs you to feel, when the wind rises, that his wind is rising too. The winds don't need to meet; they were always part of the same current. Just as souls don't need to draw near; they were always part of the same light.

Some love is like warm water in summer. Not boiling, not icy, just the right temperature to drink. Take a sip when you're thirsty, leave it alone when you're not. Don't heat it up when it cools, because cool water has its own taste. It needs no scorching vows or cold tests. It only needs there to be water in the cup when the other person reaches out. You're a thousand miles away, and the water is still warm. What matches isn't the temperature on a thermometer, but how two people understand the words "just right." You understand, and so do I.

Some love is like the autumn moon. It's not always full or bright. Sometimes clouds hide half of it; sometimes all that's left is a crescent. But whether waxing or waning, it's still there. It needs no promises to endure every phase, no waiting beneath the moonlit western tower. It only needs you to look up in the dead of night and know that a lamp shines in the sky for you. You're a thousand miles away, but we share the same moonlight. It shines on you and on me. It needs no reflection or transmission; we were already beneath the same moonlight.

Some love is like snow in winter. It falls silently, covering rooftops, branches, streets, and the shoulders of passersby. It needs no one to shovel it away and no sun to melt it. It only needs someone to come walking over the crunchy snow once it stops, leaving the first line of footprints behind. Those footprints don't lead anywhere. They simply tell the other person, "I was here." You're a thousand miles away, but we're in the same snowfall. New snow will cover the footprints, but you know someone walked by. There are footprints in your snow, too, and footprints in his. You've never seen each other's tracks, but you both know the other has walked this way.

The wind is rising in your city, and the trees here are swaying too. Your moon is waning, and the night here has dimmed a little as well. It's snowing there, and the ground here is white too. Not because the wind will blow here, the moon will shine here, or the snow will drift here. It's because we're beneath the same sky, looking in the same direction, waiting for the same season to come.

His name is Xu Weixu. He's been acting for many years, from an ordinary contestant on a talent-show stage to an acclaimed screen actor, from being eliminated in the top twenty to earning a film festival nomination. His eyes are like a well. The surface is still, but beneath it, currents stir. Their name is indelible ambition.

Her name is Xia Mu. She's been taking photographs for many years, from an "ordinary girl beneath the stage" to "light in the dark," from magazine planning to film directing. Her camera is like an open window. Wind can come in, light can come in, and people can come in.

A summer night is the opening, the prologue: you know I'm here, and I know you're here. The same wind blows a thousand miles away, and we rise together.

That's enough.

Theme: Thank you, my soulmate