Wen Qi, 25, met Xu Xiaozheng, 28, on his birthday. Wen Qi, who had worked overtime until late at night on his birthday, was tired and bought a rice ball at the convenience store downstairs from the office. The clerk wished him a happy birthday, and he remembered his own birthday. He smiled and said thank you, and asked the clerk to heat the rice balls. He leaned tiredly against the wall next to the counter and felt someone tap his shoulder. He stuffed something into his hand. "Happy birthday, stranger." He opened his eyes and the man had walked a few meters away. "Hey, uh... Thank you. What's your name?" "Xu Xiaozheng." On his birthday, 25-year-old Wen Qi met the only person who was willing to celebrate his birthday. That person was Xu Xiaozheng.
Concept: A story of love and being loved