"To maintain consistency, one of us will do the composition, one will do the coloring, and the one who composes will guide the coloring," said Wen Yuan.
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoliang snorted through his nose, disdainful, "I thought you would come up with some idea."
"You won't regret trusting me," Wen Yuan replied with equal pride, her eyebrows raised, "I understand her, and I know for sure she won't think about sacrificing an individual for the overall needs."
Zhang Xiaoliang looked at her for a moment, seeming to see something in her eyes that were as dark as the depths of the forest, his lips curving into a smile, "Since you're staking your reputation on it, I'll do the composition."
"Okay," Wen Yuan agreed without hesitation.
Originally, the two of them were not familiar with each other; it didn't really matter who did the composition.
