Director, Your Moonlight Is Back

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Blurb 1:

Jiu San's eighteenth year.

The darkest year of her life.

The year she met Bi Jingfan.

He was a recent college graduate, driving a supercar and wearing limited-edition collaboration sneakers, convinced his many good qualities shone brighter than the sun across the solar system.

He wore the halo of a documentary director.

He wanted to turn her eighteenth year into a documentary.

His debut film, titled Jiu San.

Ten years later.

Needing a Chinese tutor for his mixed-race nephew, the acclaimed director Bi Jingfan found a resume on his desk belonging to a woman named Jiu Qianyi.

He ran his warm fingertip over the cold, distant face in her ID photo.

He resolved to lay down his armor once more and approach her, a woman bristling with thorns from head to toe.

She was born against the light.

He was determined to make her blossom against it.

Blurb 2:

Ten years later.

For work, Jiu San sent Bi Jingfan a friend request on WeChat.

It took several days for him to accept.

That night, she found his first Moments post, from nine years ago.

The image was a poster for the documentary Jiu San.

A girl in a school uniform, carrying a backpack, walked through a bustling alley that seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance.

The sky above her had been sliced into a curving strip of blue by laundry hanging out to dry and the shop signs.

Two large characters, Jiu San, were written beneath the girl's feet.

The caption read:

My first film as a director.

The finished film feels a lot like falling in love.

Then breaking up.

88, 93.

[Arrogant, strong-willed, devoted and scheming top director x cool beauty who grew up against the light, a private tutor]

Next story: Heart's Desire

Blurb:

When she was sixteen, Jian Shu sent a love letter to Sheng Jun, who attended the sports school next door.

Pink stationery, with a faint scent of roses.

A young girl's feelings, visible and tangible.

When it was returned, it was crumpled, dirty, and wrinkled.

Beside the elegant signature "Jian Shu," four crooked characters crawled across the page: You can't take a joke.

Years later.

During a break at a Sino-French cultural exchange event, Sheng Jun barged into the simultaneous interpreting booth and pinned Jian Shu against the desk. He pressed his nose to the curve of her ear and confessed the longing he'd kept inside for years in a husky voice: "Jian Shu, I miss you."

Jian Shu's finely lined eyes swept coolly over Sheng Jun. Without a trace of warmth, she breathed against his face. "You can't take a joke."

At nineteen, Sheng Jun won his first world taekwondo championship. He was a born prodigy, as if the founder himself had chased him down to feed him. He was arrogant and never took the tenets of taekwondo, which his coach kept repeating, seriously.

Until one day, Jian Shu unilaterally announced their breakup. In his daze, Sheng Jun suddenly remembered the eight words his coach often said: Master yourself and return to propriety; persevere through every setback.

From then on, he took them as his guiding principles and recited them eight hundred times every day. His buddies teased him: "President Sheng, you only started learning the first lesson of taekwondo after retiring?"

Sheng Jun smiled bitterly. "The lessons I missed back then, I'll have to make up sooner or later, for that woman."

Sophisticated, top-tier French interpreter x former world taekwondo champion, now CEO of an international security consulting firm

Theme: Good deeds are always rewarded