Xu Qingyan had finished singing and he looked down to see that Pei Muchan was still lost in thought.
"Can you figure out the score?"
"Yes!" Pei Muchan snapped back to reality and then felt she hadn't made herself clear enough, "This song is very beautiful, it's highly polished, the song is amazing, and so are you."
"Thank you." Xu Qingyan automatically ignored the last sentence.
He wasn't amazing. People should be aware of their own abilities; he didn't create songs, he was just a mover of tunes from the music library.
"So... you only spent half a day to complete this entire song, and from beginning to end, it only took one day?" After hesitating for a moment, Pei Muchan asked.
"Yes." He began to make up a story, "The melody was already in my head, it's just that this time it suddenly came to mind, and I thought to make it into a song."
"Do you have any other melodies?" She had realized a certain blind spot.
"Yes."
Upon hearing this, Pei Muchan fell silent.
