"There are two kinds of people in this world. Stars and fans. There is a very magical relationship between these two people. They shoulder the responsibility of giving love and receiving love to each other. Sometimes I even wonder if stars are born to think that they are stars. Fans are born to think that they are fans..."
"We are probably their fans from birth." Butterfly smiled, with a hint of melancholy flashing through the corners of his eyes. She had almost forgotten what the sea looked like. What about Zhuo Yan? . . . Did he remember her in uniform? . . .
"Of course." Xiaoyu also smiled. Is the story between her and Zhuo Yan over? Is this what falling in love with a celebrity is like? . . . Is he really a star? So in his eyes, is she a fan no different from anyone else? So tomorrow, will she continue such a hypocritical interview? Ask him those answers that you already know are perfunctory? . .
Fatty sat in the corner of the room, silently repairing the light sign that was damaged by the rain. To wait for him, she stood in the rain all night. So, is she the real FANS? Is this such love. . Isn't it love? . . . . .
We will meet again. . . The star in my heart. . . . . .
The moment when the plane circles around the clouds. . . The butterfly dropped a line of beautiful tears. . . That had been gently erased by him. . . That tear of memory. . . . .