On the street on a summer night, Song Zhao looked up at Chu Xun's advertisement on the giant screen, and his heart skipped a beat. What he didn't know was that in the bar across the street, Chu Xun was taking a picture of his back through the glass.
The shadows of sycamore leaves, the still-dry salty lemongrass, the sticky chirping of cicadas on summer nights—all the tiny sounds stopped at the moment he called out to him.
"I am your fan and have watched you for four years."
"Me too, I've been watching you for two years."
Concept: When the "watcher" and the "watched" exchange identities at the same moment, all distances are leveled.