"What's wrong?" Yang Ruxin was startled, as she actually noticed his nervousness.
"Xinxin, from now on, don't sing for anyone else but me," Gu Qingheng rubbed his chin against the top of Yang Ruxin's head, "and don't casually discuss Tang and Song poetry with others, okay?"
Yang Ruxin frowned slightly but then smiled, "It's okay. I'm around you every day, someone who has been called a 'Prodigy' since childhood, so it's normal for me to pick up on some things... It's not like you're unaware of musical tones..."
Gu Qingheng paused for a moment before he also let it go. He had been too nervous just now and nodded in agreement, "It makes sense. As the disciple of Gu Qingheng, of course you would be capable of everything."
Yang Ruxin wrapped her arms around Gu Qingheng's waist, "What would I have done if I hadn't met you back then? I indeed experienced some unimaginable events, but... I'm afraid that talking about them might..."
