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Some feelings are difficult to express through words sometimes, as they tend to come across as insipid or even a bit contrived. Only music can genuinely let the other person hear the emotions you're trying to convey.
And you feel happy because Zhao'er understands.
That's enough.
Zhao'er is slightly shorter than you. She tilts her head up and says to you, "I'm hungry."
With a wide grin, you take her soft little hand, "Come on, let's go have a feast."
You had originally planned to cook something delicious for Zhao'er yourself, but considering there was a tough battle to be fought in the evening, you decided to join Wu Qiyi in a private kitchen instead.
A so-called private kitchen is where a chef cooks specifically for one table of guests, offering one-on-one service.
The cold dishes are served first, and you, Zhao'er, Wu Qiyi, and Xi Yu sit quietly around a small mahogany round table.
