Lu Yinxing squeezed out a smile: "Thank you, Ye Xinzu. Thank you. All this time, I've wanted to say thank you to you."
Lu Yinxing didn't expect that the words "thank you" would only come out of her mouth now, and in such a manner.
Previously, the reason Lu Yinxing was so eager to meet night had almost turned into an obsession.
It was because Lu Yinxing wanted to say thank you to night in person.
His songs accompanied her through countless sleepless nights.
They led her into her lowest valleys.
Every time she felt upset and lost, she found strength in his songs to pull herself back together.
Lu Yinxing had always wanted to say thank you to him.
But when she actually met night, the words didn't come out.
Yet she seized this opportunity to say them.
She never imagined that one day, the idol she had admired for years would stand up for her, would get injured because of her.
Lu Yinxing felt incredibly guilty, unsure how to make amends.
