Beijing.
Qiao Nian's room was brightly lit. Draft papers were scattered on the table, all filled with handwriting.
In addition to those, many crumpled draft papers could also be seen in the trash can beside Qiao Nian's feet. It was obvious that her new song was not progressing smoothly.
The computer screen emitted a white glow, showing the backend of a music simulator.
Qiao Nian chose the konghou.
There was a short melody on the simulator.
The girl gently tapped the Enter button, and the simulator automatically started the tune of an instrument. It was magnificent.
Logically speaking, she should be satisfied.
However, Qiao Nian only frowned. Then, her fair hand used the mouse to delete the short music score.
She had to start all over again.
