Qin Yao looked at her, a few moments of thought tracing a faint smile across his brows and eyes. Without a change in his demeanor, he counter-asked, "Song Zhaozhao, what do you think love should require then?"
Song Zhaozhao didn't know.
She avoided Qin Yao's laughing eyes, lowering her head without speaking.
The atmosphere in the car was quiet.
After a while, Song Zhaozhao heard Qin Yao chuckle softly, saying slowly, "Only fools believe in tit for tat, Song Zhaozhao. I do things based on my mood, so my love for you is also just about my sincerity."
Song Zhaozhao, listening to his casual words, felt warmth well up in her eyes the next moment.
Jiang Tan found an empty room in Mingyuan and would practice her violin there whenever she was free.
Tuantuan had gained a big round of weight and was squatting by Jiang Tan's side. Listening to her 'woefully out-of-tune' violin sounds, Tuantuan could still perk up both ears, a picture of a little rabbit's obedient expression.
