After reading for a while, Mu Tianying lifted her onto his lap. Wanqing thought he was going to do something and couldn't help but feel a bit scared.
Mu Tianying didn't do anything. He just held her and closed his eyes to rest. When Wanqing realized he wasn't going to move, she relaxed, laying on his chest like a kitten, gradually growing sleepy.
In her drowsiness, she heard Mu Tianying's gentle voice, "Wanqing, can you sing?" From tonight on, he had to start dealing with Ding Caiyan. He might not be able to see her every week.
"I can't."
"Liar, all girls can sing."
Wanqing said: "I don't listen to music, I don't know what's trendy, I only know how to sing what I learned when I was a kid."
"Then sing what you know."
Wanqing hesitated for a moment and then started singing softly: "The moon travels through the clouds that look like white lotus flowers... The evening breeze carries the sound of joyful songs... We sit there..."
