The moment their eyes met.

"Buzz—"

Without warning, a sharp buzzing sounded in Xiang Xi's head, like some long-silent string being plucked violently. Her heart felt as if it were suddenly clenched by an invisible hand, then suddenly released, bringing with it an intense, almost suffocating throbbing.

An indescribable bitterness surged up from the deepest part of her heart without any warning, instantly breaking down all her psychological defenses.

Her vision blurred.

It's not because of the lights, it's not because of tiredness.

Hot, completely uncontrollable tears burst out without warning and slid silently down her cheeks.

Xiang Xi didn't even realize that she was crying. She just stared at those amethyst-like eyes, as if she wanted to see through the quiet appearance and see something forgotten in the depths of time.

The air seemed to freeze.

The agent, assistant, brand director Lin Wei, everyone was shocked by Xiang Xi's sudden tears, and no one spoke for a moment.

The only sound in the conference room was the faint movement of light from the screen on the wall.

A hint of extreme surprise also clearly flashed across Cheng Yu's calm purple eyes.

He looked at Xiang Xi, watching the tears silently sliding down the face of this shining superstar. Those tears seemed to carry a scorching temperature, burning the calmness in his eyes.

The fingers gripping the drawing pen tightened slightly, their knuckles turning white. An equally unfamiliar and turbulent emotion churned within him, like a giant beast slumbering in the deep sea, awakened from its slumber, carrying with it a long-standing, vague pain and... an indescribable familiarity.

In the suffocating silence, Xiang Xi seemed to be driven by some instinct and slightly opened his lips.

The voice was nasal, trembling, and broken. It was as light as a feather, yet it echoed clearly in the conference room where you could hear a pin drop:

"Are you OK?"

The moment she asked this, Xiang Xi was stunned. Why was she asking this? To a stranger she had just met and didn't even know his name? This was ridiculous!

A strong sense of embarrassment and confusion swept over her, but tears still flowed uncontrollably.

Cheng Yu's body tensed up almost imperceptibly.

Seeing the sadness and concern in Xiang Xi's eyes that even confused her, more intense waves surged in the depths of her purple pupils. That greeting was like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, the ripples it stirred penetrated the barriers of her soul.

Without thinking, something deep within his soul compelled him to respond. His voice was clear, low, and with a barely perceptible hoarseness, he asked a question that even he himself found baffling:

"What about you?"

What about you?

These three simple words are like two stars that have been drifting alone in the dark universe for billions of years. Finally, at this moment, they accurately captured the weak gravitational waves emitted by each other and collided with a loud bang!

Xiang Xi's tears flowed even more fiercely, not because of sadness, but because of an inexplicable, huge, lost and regained... comfort? She couldn't understand her emotions at all.

She blinked hard, trying to see clearly the young man with silver hair and purple eyes in front of her.

Cheng Yu also felt a deep tremor in his soul. He looked at Xiang Xi, seeing the shock and bewilderment in her eyes, which matched his own, and the inexplicable intimacy hidden beneath. The feeling was so strong that it overwhelmed all rational analysis. He slowly stood up, his movements carrying a solemnity that he himself was unaware of.

He walked around the large conference table and walked towards Xiang Xi step by step.

With every step closer, the feeling of being pulled closer grew stronger. It was as if the space between them wasn't just air, but countless forgotten fragments of time and space.

He stopped in front of her, close enough to see the tiny tears on her eyelashes and feel the mixture of the stage light and the fragility of her current aura.

He stretched out his hand, his slender fingers paused in the air for a moment, and in the end he did not touch her cheek, but handed her a clean, dark gray handkerchief without any pattern.

"Scratch that." His voice was still low, but it lacked some of the initial coldness and had a softness that he himself didn't even realize. "I'm Cheng Yu, Yan Yu's chief designer."

"Xiang Xi." She took the handkerchief, and her fingertips accidentally touched his. A slight electric current ran through her, and both of them trembled slightly.

She lowered her head and wiped her embarrassed tears with a handkerchief that smelled of him. She said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, I... lost my composure..."

"It's okay." Cheng Yu interrupted her, looking at her deeply with his purple eyes, "Maybe... the light here is too special, which makes people easily have illusions." He gave a seemingly reasonable explanation, but both of them knew that this was by no means as simple as an illusion.

Lin Wei and her agent finally recovered from their shock and quickly tried to smooth things over, steering the conversation back to collaboration. The meeting continued, but the atmosphere became subtly different.

When discussing the core concept of Yan Yu’s new season, “No more than a tiny ray of light, turning a torch into the sun,” Cheng Yu presented his first draft of the design.

One of the main designs is inspired by the collision of luminous creatures in the deep sea and cosmic stardust.

When Cheng Yu explained his understanding of "faint light" - those lights that flicker alone in the darkness, seemingly insignificant but contain great resilience of life, Xiang Xi immediately thought of the belief sung in "Firefly".

And when Xiang Xi shared how she tried to use her singing on stage to gather every glimmer of light in the audience's hands to form a galaxy that illuminated the entire venue, the melancholy in Cheng Yuzi's eyes seemed to be lit up. He listened attentively, and the drawing pen in his hand unconsciously outlined flowing lines of light and shadow on the blank paper.

Their ideas and ways of expression are completely different, yet they resonate amazingly deep in their souls.

One captures the spirit of light with cold metals and gems, while the other transmits the warmth of light with invisible sound waves.

They have reached a deep, soul-level understanding of the nature of light and the power of light to build a powerful force.

"So, 'Torch into Sun' isn't just a physical convergence," Cheng Yu pointed to a design concept featuring countless tiny diamonds surrounding a rare yellow diamond, "but also the resonance and sublimation of countless individual beliefs. Just like..." He paused, looking at Xiang Xi, "the chorus of thousands of people inspired by your singing."

Xiang Xi smiled, a smile that carried the fragility of tears still stained on her face, yet shone with the brilliance of a stage presence. "Just like the sun to which the countless glimmers of light in your design ultimately point. We're talking about the same thing."

At that moment, everyone in the conference room felt it.

There is a strange magnetic field between these two people that is difficult for outsiders to interfere with.

It was not an ambiguous feeling, but a strong premonition of a higher level of mutual appreciation and achievement like that of soul mates.