Everyone in the industry knew that Fu Yu had a beloved white moonlight he couldn't have. That wasn't anything unusual. Who didn't have a white moonlight these days? But living an ascetic life for one was a little too extreme.
Everyone was curious about who this white moonlight was, but to this day, no one had seen their face. No one even knew their name. The gossip spiraled out of control, and the rumored white moonlight was practically turned into a perfect, flawless paragon.
One day, a friend happened to see the two of them out together in public. Lin Zhi, Fu Yu's white moonlight, was a walking contradiction: irritable and gloomy, with vulgar taste. The only thing they might have in common with the rumored white moonlight was... that face, perhaps.
Theme: Live toward the light.
