No matter what Chu Liangxia said, Feng Ziheng remained unshaken.
Chu Liangxia had given up hope.
But, because of this, she had given Feng Ziheng the cold shoulder for a day.
In the end, she was mollified by an album from Feng Ziheng and a meal, losing her temper completely.
That evening, Feng Ziheng saw Chu Liangxia flipping through the album over and over and, helplessly, asked her, "Don't you want to release an album of your own?"
"I don't want to," Chu Liangxia answered extremely quickly.
"Don't you like singing?"
Feng Ziheng handed her a cup of milk he had prepared and sat down on the sofa.
"I haven't had professional training, I can't even consider myself a singer..." Chu Liangxia sipped her milk and said lightly, "It's fine to sing for fun occasionally."
She had always been self-aware.
Compared to professional singers, she simply couldn't compete, possessing only some skills and a natural voice, but lacking the foundation built over many years.
