Xiao Wu's insomnia slowly recovered. The only problem was that he still didn't dare touch music because he couldn't get over what he had done previously.
Mu Jingzhe patiently accompanied Xiao Wu through that, but she was afraid that he would really shun music for good. This would be a waste given Xiao Wu's talent, but more importantly, Xiao Wu had been born to be a musician. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that music was his true calling.
Without music, how was Xiao Wu going to live his life? Even if he had kinship, and perhaps in the future, love, he might be happy, but he would always feel empty. Over time, he might feel that life was too boring.
This wasn't good. Besides, Xiao Wu was still young and hadn't really grown up yet. It could be said that his life hadn't officially started.
Therefore, at the end of the day, she had to handle Xiao Wu's troubles.
