Song Zhaozhao couldn't help but laugh, "Jiang Tan is like a child."
"Our Zhaozhao is certainly not a child," Qin Yao said slowly.
Song Zhaozhao asked him, what am I then?
Qin Yao said, "Song Zhaozhao is a wild goose, capable of flying to very distant places, going far, far away."
"And after that?" Song Zhaozhao smiled, probably infected by the New Year's mood, the anxiety from being unable to write songs had faded a lot. She leisurely asked, "So I'm just going to wander to the ends of the earth?"
"Wild geese are migratory birds, and migratory birds always migrate," Qin Yao's voice lost the earlier joking tone, suddenly becoming very serious. He said, "Zhaozhao, no matter how far you want to travel, you can. I'll always be in Ning City, waiting for your return."
"But I remember that the Qin family is in Gang City," Song Zhaozhao turned her face, looking at Qin Yao's exquisitely deep features amidst the fireworks, "Can you really not return for a lifetime?"
