A girl with a gentle aura was proactively toasting to him when the melodic English song playing in the bar came to an end. It was followed by a carefree, childlike ballad that echoed in his ears.
...
This morning, there was a downpour
The flowers scatter to the ground with a splash
Aiya, what does it matter
We're happily together
...!
This was an old song from over a decade ago, sung by a group of lively children and a singer who wasn't very well-known. Chu Mo remembered he had listened to this song in middle school, and at the time, it had been on his playlist on repeat.
The familiar song made Chu Mo zone out once again. Across from him, a gentle girl named Xu Wanying was still holding up her glass towards him. Next to her, Zhou Ruyi, the initiator of the gathering, quickly voiced a rescue for her friend:
"Chu Mo, Wanying rarely drinks, and for her to proactively toast like this is even rarer, Chu Mo, you should cherish this opportunity!"
