"You've cried enough," Samuel Johnson looked at him seriously, "You've been tone-deaf since you were little, and your crying sounds much better than your singing."
"You little...!" Tim Morrison was so angry he wanted to hit someone. He looked around and saw Amanda Smith sitting on the sofa not far away, smiling as she watched them. Morrison withdrew his gaze, poked Samuel Johnson in the waist, and asked in a low voice, "Are you really back together?"
"Hmm..." Samuel played with the microphone, speaking vaguely, "Pretty much."
"What do you mean 'pretty much'?" Morrison glanced at his face, "You don't know how blessed you are! Don't you see how miserable I am? You have your beauty in your arms and still put on a face!"
Samuel laughed, he looked toward Amanda sitting not far off, and nodded slightly, whispering, "Now... is perhaps the happiest moment of my life."
Even if there was a sharp sword hanging over his head, at this moment, he was completely content.
