The autumn breeze was refreshing.
A fallen leaf drifted into the window and fell onto her hair.
Her fingers were slender, snow-white. She wasn't wearing any accessories, yet those hands were still pretty.
Mo Liuxi gazed at her; his eyes sparkled.
On such an afternoon, hearing her singing, while sunlight poured on the floor, Mo Liuxi felt that his serene heart was plucked along with the strings.
It was peaceful and beautiful.
Sadly, the second half of the song was incomplete. Yan Su couldn't finish the music, but raised her head and said to him, "I haven't composed the rest of the song yet." Her cheeks were slightly red.
"Do you need to compose the music too?" Mo Liuxi knocked his lap with his slender fingers while asking the question.
He didn't hear Li Ming mention that. Li Ming shouldn't be so hard on the singers.
