Bai Lu x Luo Yunxi

Four years had passed since the final day of filming Till the End of the Moon. Four years of separate paths, different sets, new co-stars whose names filled the headlines alongside theirs. They'd both moved forward-as actors do-collecting new roles like chapters in a book they'd never discussed writing together.
And then, on an ordinary Tuesday afternoon, in the controlled chaos of Terminal 3, their paths crossed again.
She noticed him first-or perhaps they noticed each other in the same breath. He was standing near the departure gate, phone in hand, that familiar focused expression softened by exhaustion. The overhead lights caught his profile just so, and for a disorienting moment, she was back on set, waiting for the director to call action.
He looked up.
Their eyes met across the crowded terminal, and the noise of rolling suitcases and gate announcements seemed to fade to a distant hum. Four years collapsed into four seconds. A hesitation, a half-smile of recognition, and then-almost simultaneously-they began walking toward each other.
"I didn't expect..." she started.
"Neither did I," he finished.