What do you do when you transmigrate and meet an idol who hasn't made a name for himself yet, but whom you know you'll be a fan of in the future?
Fang Peng: Thanks for asking. I just got back to the eighties, and I'm in Hong Kong. Stephen Chow is so handsome. I've already decided to cheer him on early, though unfortunately we can't understand each other's language, so we're currently having a truly spectacular communication problem.
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Fang Peng has a star she likes.
It doesn't matter if that star hangs high in the sky, beyond her reach. Fang Peng is perfectly content just to watch him shine from afar.
But Fang Peng doesn't know.
In someone's eyes, she too has become a lamp that lights up one corner of his long, dark night.
P.S.
※ #I didn't want to write about Stephen Chow either, but he's dancing all over my aesthetic preferences.jpg#
※ The above is an original female character x male character story about Stephen Chow. OOC warning (cowering in a ball).
Theme: "You're the sweetest. I said it before I had time to think,
But after thinking it over, I still say the same."
