However, as long as they had enough time, they would still choose to write their own songs, if only to nourish a sense of pride.
It wasn't until noon that Pei Muchan made her appearance.
Having flown back to Xinghai overnight, after resting for just one night, Pei Muchan had hardly rested at all. She arrived at the studio at nine in the morning and started thinking about the album.
In mid-September, the weather in Xinghai was sultry, and occasionally one could see naive university freshmen on the streets. Their eyes, uncorrupted by the ways of the world, shone with transparent foolishness.
The two of them went out together to have a meal in the wild, and by the time they got to their usual spot and ordered food, they both looked somewhat wan.
"How's that song going?"
