Unsaid emotions blossom between two boys, Wang Yibo and Xiao Zhan, in school, but they are being pulled apart by the seeds of hatred growing in each other's hearts due to Jiang Zhuocheng.
Ten years later, Yibo knocks on the door of Zhan's heart to h...
Zhan sighs and stares at the mirror before him while fixing a smile on his face. It's not that he's not ready for the concert. Of course, he is, and he loves to satisfy his fans more than he can possibly do because it's what his pride is. But something scares the shit out of him and feels wrong. However, as much as he tries, he can't get over that feeling. What can he do?
There are only a few minutes before the concert starts, so he should stop worrying. Or it will never be good for him. There may be a chance for something worse to happen, just as he expects, but he shouldn't think about it. Instead, be clear-minded and face whatever it is.
"Stop daydreaming! We need to get out there!" Cheng shouts and pats Zhan's shoulder to snap him out of his thoughts.
"Oh, yeah," Zhan replies, rising out of his seat and looking down at his costume. It is school-based and reminds him of good old memories. Initially thinking it was a mistake, the costume grew on him over time. His hair also seems to be growing as he cocks his head to the side and strokes his middle finger-length hair with one hand.
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"It looks good; don't mess it up," Cheng remarks as he fixes Zhan's hair into place. Wrapping an arm around Zhan's shoulders, Cheng leans down to plant a kiss on his forehead. "Let's go and show our pride," he says with a smile.
Their eyes meet, and Zhan is reassured before they join their bandmates at the door and leave the dressing room. Once they reach backstage, Zhan's face becomes serious as a stagehand hands him a microphone. He nods at his bandmates and gives them a thumbs-up before they disappear behind the curtain to enter the stage.
Suddenly, he feels so nervous that he can't describe his mentality. It seems the warning is back. "Please, God, help me!" He mutters, palming his face and hoping nothing bad will happen. Trying very hard, he stands behind the black curtain and waits for his time to enter the stage while listening to the excited voices of many young girls who have crowded the arena.
His heart skips a beat as he listens. He looks at the microphone in his hand. It's dirty and wet from being overworked by his nervous fingers. He takes a shaky breath and runs his hands over his clothing when the stagehand gestures for his turn. He nods and looks at the closed curtain with a single determination: not to disappoint the fans, whatever happens.
He enters the stage and waves to the crowd before entertaining them with his song and portraying it on their heads like thunder. It brings his usual charm back. Singing from his heart makes him feel like there is nothing wrong. His previous sorrow-filled mind is replaced with one full of joy because, unlike any other, music is his passion. It can never be rationed because he loves it so much.
After the concert, they thank the audience for providing a precious time and say farewell. They then reach backstage, satisfied, and praise each other until a group of fans trespass inside and approach them. Not knowing whether the intention is good or bad, the bandmates can't stand near, so they make a certain distance and try to escape to their dressing room as soon as possible.
