The first time we met was on a plane. He was a heart-throb star, and she was a school girl who immigrated to the United States with her parents when she was a child.
He doesn't have the baggage of a star. On the plane, he crosses his legs, raises his head, opens his mouth and drools.
She doesn't watch TV series, doesn't follow mainland celebrities, doesn't know him, but she is still worried about him occupying the seat next to her.
So she took photos and posted them online.
The glistening saliva is clearly visible, and the grinning face is completely deformed, right?
Who knew that the uproar would start from this?
The collision between the two began from then on. . .
It's not a sadomasochistic love story, it's not a haunting love story, it's not a life-or-death story, it's just a normal love story.