Legend has it that every hundred years, a star falls to the world.
No one knows where it came from, and no one knows where it fell. The world only knows that where the star falls, the chosen one will come to this world. That person will live by the stars, lead the light of the sky, save the people, and save all people before the disaster.
That year, Ling Chao was seven years old. On the night when the stars fell, the Ling family in the west of the city was burned to the ground. He lost his parents, but was unscathed. He was picked up from the fire and held on the star stage by the people of the world.
By all accounts, he was the chosen one.
He learned to laugh from then on. Smile brightly, smile openly, smile so much that you almost believe it. But no one asked him what else was in the fire besides light.
Qi Wang also remembered that night. His family lives in a mountain pass twenty miles east of the city. That night the mountain collapsed. He climbed out of the soil alone and sat on the hillside, watching the fire in the west of the city all night long. No one came to him. Because the star is not with him.
Later, he was picked up.
Later, he met Ling Chao.
He saw the man called "Star" standing where everyone was looking up, smiling as if he would never get tired. Only Qi Wang felt that the smile was like fire.
One lives in the light, the other lives outside the light of heaven. One doesn't believe in himself, and the other doesn't believe in the stars. But none of them knew that what fell that night was not a star.
"Qi hopes that in this life, he will only look towards the court."
"He has been living for a star his whole life, until someone wants to get himself back for him."
"The stars and the rising sun will never meet."
But what if after the star burns out, it wants to become the rising sun?
Intention: "You can't control your destiny, but you still have to meet yourself again."
"I have been trapped in the night for half my life, and you stood outside the sky, but you made me my own rising sun."