Qiao Chengxun flashed a cold smile, his tone arrogant and unmatchable, "If you really want to become a star, I could conquer the vast sea of stars for you."
"No, no, no," Wen Meimei waved her hands frantically, "I'm only continuing in the competition so as not to disappoint Ruochu. My current goal is just to make it into the top ten. Whether I can get first place doesn't matter, I'm not planning to break into the music scene."
Luo Liu was already dead, for her stepping onto the world stage didn't hold any meaning.
Qiao Chengxun recalled Liu Bei's advice: Meimei's current state of mind, her lack of interest in anything, was because she hadn't found something to truly aspire to.
Perhaps, could that something be found in music?
Qiao Chengxun tried to encourage her, "Meimei, you should try more things, like, maybe one day write a song that suits me. Don't you want to give it a try?"
"Write a song for you..." Wen Meimei stared at him in a daze.
