Lin Xingwan became the adopted daughter of the Wen family at the age of ten, and since then she has shared the same roof with the heir Wen Jingyan, who is eight years older. She hid the girl's thoughts in the observatory's telescope, but he was always standing on the top floor of the school history museum, overlooking the moon of all living beings. The broken roses and unspoken confessions at the bloody coming-of-age ceremony turned into air tickets to London.
Five years later, the emerging artist returned with a series of starry sky paintings, but the leader of the Wen family bought her fifteen-year-old sketchbook at auction. When a business rival's forged kiss photos and dusty medical records were exposed at the same time, the truth in the rainstorm swept through 3,000 unsent love letters - it turned out that the indifferent words misheard over the years all contained unnamed planetary trajectories.
This taboo undercurrent that spanned fifteen years finally ushered in a tidal change at midnight when the meteor shower fell. Wen Jingyan knelt in the heavy rain and held up not a diamond ring, but a glass sugar bowl snatched from the ruins of the fire. The 1,999 stars inside all had the same sentence after being opened: "My little girl, please grow up slowly."
Intention: love