"Oh my god! Nianhua, you really overestimate me." Su Xi shook her head repeatedly and said, "No, no, Nianhua, I can't compose my own music."
"How do you know you can't if you haven't tried?" Xu Nianhua countered.
Su Xi paused, wanting to say that composing music isn't that simple, when she heard Xu Nianhua's voice again: "Whether it works or not, trying doesn't cost anything, does it? When the time comes, I'll be your first listener."
Xu Nianhua looked at Su Xi with nothing but trust in her eyes.
Deep inside, Su Xi felt an urge—maybe she should just try. Who knows, it might really work out?
At that moment, none of them knew that one day, Su Xi's compositions would be worth more than gold.
"Nianhua, why are you guys still here? Dinner's almost ready." Jiang Wanru and Ji Ying walked arm in arm, so close it was like they were sisters. Both were wearing qipao, perfectly showing off the beauty of Eastern women.
