"…Your eyelashes fell off my face."
"Classmate Xu, this is static electricity."
"Xu Zhao, you are too bright, so bright that I can't see my own way."
"So? Is this the reason why you avoid me?"
"Idiot... Where are you now?"
"Zhaozhao, you'd better never come back."
"Pei Xing, I want to add coriander."
"Waiter, she doesn't want coriander in her bowl."
Fifteen-year-old Xu Zhao fled into a bookstall on the old street amidst the quarrel between his family and met Pei Xing who was sorting books. He handed her a copy of Night Flight and said, "You look like a night flyer who needs to fly alone."
Tucked inside the book was the first note he ever wrote: "Night flyers also need lighthouses."
That summer, the bookstall became Xu Zhao's safe haven.
It wasn't until her senior year in high school that an accident caused Xu Zhao to misunderstand Pei Xing's departure. She tore up the unsent note and left.
Ten years later, she is the public relations director of an international hotel group, capable and mean; he is an architectural designer, stubbornly guarding the old bookstall that is about to be demolished.
When the two met again in the conference room, he pushed over a mottled wooden sign-engraved with her name when she was young and the words "Licensed to borrow indefinitely".
"Designer Pei, your plan sucks."
"Director Xu, your manners are also terrible."
Two scarred souls rediscover each other's appearance in the ashes of time.
When Zhaoyang meets the stars again, and when the little prince finds his own rose, they finally understand that some agreements have no deadline.
"Now you only have one rose on your planet."
"One flower is enough."
Mission: Love is an unlimited license to protect each other
