Camellia Slumber

This shoot took place on an outdoor set, an open-air greenhouse surrounded by white camellias.

Against the green leaves, the jade-white camellias looked elegant and full of life.

A light breeze swept through, filling the entire set with a sweet, delicate floral fragrance.

The production crew had clearly put thought into it. The set was beautifully arranged.

It perfectly matched the theme of their latest perfume: understated elegance, hazy mystery, and vitality.

Following the production assistant's directions, the young man walked to the table in the center and sat down in front of the flowers.

He rested his head on the table and closed his eyes, lowering his long lashes.

On camera, his features were exquisite. Even his plain clothes could not conceal his refined, understated grace.

Mist slowly sprayed out, spreading across the set.

The young man slept soundly in the morning mist, his sweet dreams undisturbed.

For a moment, everyone struggled to tell whether he was human or a spirit born among the camellias.

Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy and fell across his sleeping face.

As the mist slowly dispersed, the uneven light revealed only his defined jaw and long, curling lashes.

The light seemed to disturb his peaceful dreams. His lashes trembled, revealing amber eyes beneath their thick fringe.

Everyone caught their breath. Completely drawn into the audience's perspective, they were captivated by his clear, innocent gaze.

More light spilled into the greenhouse, and the young man fully awoke. With a child's curiosity, he stood and reached out, trying to catch the warm rays of light.

His soft, snow-white bare feet stepped on the solid-colored petals, the white flowers forming a stark contrast against the dark floor tiles.

The camellias bloomed brilliantly, and a flower in full bloom fell.

The young man caught the falling camellia, lowered his eyes, and reverently kissed the flower that had already died.

Then a brightly colored butterfly entered the frame, fluttering beside him.

He tilted his head up, and the butterfly slowly settled on his pale, full lips.

The moment was as perfect as a timeless oil painting: a young man kissing a butterfly amid a sea of camellias.

The butterfly's wings stirred. The exquisitely beautiful young man opened his eyes and watched it depart through the faint light.

"Cut!" the director shouted excitedly. "Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"

Only then did the crew snap out of their daze, scarcely able to believe what they had just witnessed!

The camellia falling at the height of its bloom, the butterfly lingering-none of that had been in the script!

And this was a live shoot! That almost flawless ability to improvise was worthy of a top star!

"That shot was perfect. Song Yunxing, let's get ready for the next take!" The director watched the footage over and over, beaming with delight.

The images were indescribably beautiful, their lively, delicate elegance perfectly capturing the perfume's mood!

Besides, there was an enduring superstition in the industry: accidents created classics! This perfume commercial would surely cause a sensation!

"Okay." Wearing slippers, the young man accepted a wet wipe from his assistant and casually wiped his mouth.

On the outdoor set, crew members moved back and forth preparing for the next shot. Someone from the props team hurried toward the props van nearby.

Too rushed to look closely, the crew member brushed past a man in a loose black suit.

The man stood beneath the trees with his hands in his pockets, watching the young man.

Following the production assistant through the crowd, the young man stood out with his fair skin and short silver hair.

"He looked pretty happy getting kissed by a butterfly." The man's voice was quiet, with a faint trace of jealousy.

There was no telling how long he had been there. A plain camellia petal drifted down onto his black leather shoe, lending him a lonely air.

His dark eyes followed the young man. Something flickered in his gaze, as though he had remembered something, and he lowered his head to check his watch.

The minute hand, which should originally have pointed at twelve, had quietly slipped past it and was approaching four.

He lowered his hand and quickly left the shade.

At that moment, however, the young man seemed to sense something and looked toward the trees.

The dense leaves swayed gently. No one stood beneath them.

Song Yunxing looked around in confusion but spotted no one suspicious.

"Song Yunxing, the next shot is about to start," the young assistant beside him reminded him.

"Okay." Song Yunxing slipped off his slippers and continued filming.

The shoot soon wrapped up, and Dreamfloat's team quickly edited the video and posted it online.

{Dreamfloat for Life: Camellia Slumber. Kiss spring with us.}

The Weibo post immediately sparked a heated discussion.

As a leading domestic perfume brand, Dreamfloat already had a sizable following. On top of that, the brand had maintained a good working relationship with Song Yunxing, so many of its followers were his fans.

[Absolutely stunning! I can smell it through the screen!]

[Ordering right now! Aaaah! I want to wear the same perfume as Xingxing!]

[What is this? That's my wife! Get out of the way, you flapping moth! Let me do it!]

[Holy shit! You're ruthless! All fifty thousand are gone! It's already sold out!]

[@Dreamfloat for Life, what are you doing?! Your website's out of stock! Restock it now! Don't make me beg!]

While fans and casual viewers were passionately sounding off on the official website, a revealing Weibo post from an ordinary user climbed onto the trending list.

{Money, Come to Me: I'm dying. Guess who this is from behind.}

The photo showed a tall man in an oversized black suit, striding toward a building.

His long, loose suit billowed in the wind, making his movements look rather comically awkward.

At first, neither casual viewers nor fans knew who he was. Then, that evening, a Dreamfloat for Life employee posted a photo with Shen Yanci. The effortlessly cool, cocky Shen Yanci in the photo wore the exact same suit.

Sensing a juicy lead, the fans sprang into action and turned into master detectives.

[Wait, let me laugh first! My cocky king Shen Yanci actually ran like that? Hahahaha!]

[Dreamfloat announced a new product today. What does Shen Yanci posing with a Dreamfloat employee tell us? He's going to endorse Dreamfloat too!]

[Matching couple perfumes! Dreamfloat! You'd better seize this golden opportunity!]

[According to my inside contacts, there were two filming locations today! Judging by the photo, the person who caught that "unflattering shot" of Shen Yanci was probably a staff member downstairs! And Xingxing's video was shot outdoors!]

[Holy shit! Are you all reincarnated master detectives?! You're too good at finding shipping material!]

[So he rushed downstairs to see his wife, then ran back upstairs to work?]

[There is only one truth! @Dreamfloat for Life! Get out here and explain! Or release Shen Yanci's video!]

That night, Dreamfloat for Life's official Weibo account blew up. Its follower count nearly doubled, and even people who had never cared about perfume came over to watch the drama.

#Shen Yanci running meme#

#Dreamfloat Camellia Slumber#

#Dreamfloat for Life give me an explanation#

It was a sleepless night. Dreamfloat for Life's social media team and the person in charge spent the whole night trying to work out how to avoid offending either the fans or the two top stars.

They were practically going gray with worry, yet still could not come up with a solution.

Meanwhile, Meng Ruo could not even muster the energy to be angry. The head of the company's PR department would not answer her calls!

She lay back in the van, giving up.

Forget it! Forget it! If their fans didn't mind, she couldn't be bothered to fight it anymore!

Once the second episode was over, everything would be explained!

With a click, the van door slid open, and an exhausted Song Yunxing collapsed onto the soft seat.

"I'm dead tired."

Xiao Nan helped close the door and stood guard beside it.

"Stay sharp. There's one more night shoot, and it'll be over soon." Meng Ruo patted Song Yunxing, who was about to fall asleep on the spot. "Don't sleep! I've got something good to show you!"

Meng Ruo placed her phone in his hand.

Song Yunxing sat up sleepily and lowered his eyes to the photo of someone's back on the screen.

"This guy looks so stupid. Who is he?"