Lu Mingyu rarely showed such a serious and intense expression. At this moment, his smile in the dark night was more dazzling and radiant than under the scorching sun.
Pei Yiwu suddenly realized that vitality was not just the difference between great works and excellent works, but also the distinction between exceptional creators.
Unprecedentedly, her heart, without her realizing it, had been pried open.
Lu Mingyu stretched his legs, clasped his hands behind his head, leaned back, and exuded an arrogant demeanor. "The impact brought by music is immense."
The wind tousled his soft short hair, and in the next second, a creaking sound was heard. Lu Mingyu staggered, nearly tumbling off the chair. He propped himself up on the armrest of the chair and grinned foolishly, "Nature is too enthusiastic. It almost sent me off."
Lu Yang was at a loss of words.
Just a minute of seriousness.
