Two years ago, the bustling night view of the city under the winding mountain road danced in Chen Li's eyes. He said, "Senior, can I take a picture of you?" That day, the midsummer evening wind ruffled Zhang Yi's hair, and he had a dream for the first time.
Two years later, on the terrace of a cafe by the Seine, Chen Li pointed to the bright red sunset in Paris in the midsummer and said, "Sir, the sunset is beautiful. Can I take a picture of you?" Zhang Yi once again heard the pounding of his heartbeat that had calmed down for two years, and he finally decided not to let go.
At a seaside bar in Phuket, Chen Li picked up the camera lens and pointed it at the guitarist on the stage. The moment he pressed the shutter, Zhang Yi knelt down on one knee holding the guitar. The stage lights were reflected by the ring in the lens, creating a brilliant rainbow.
Intention: Love is love