The balcony outside is on the nineteenth floor, and the night breeze is slightly cold.
The slow droning of the phone caused her breath to quicken involuntarily, and in nervousness, she brushed her windblown hair behind her ears as her heart thumped.
A few seconds later, the call connected.
"What's up?" His voice came through, quiet on the other end, probably at home.
"Nothing... I really like the song."
"Glad you like it, it's my gift to you."
"Okay." Lin Wanzhou pursed her lips, glanced back at the brightly lit living room, and hesitated, "Xu... I want to drop out of the competition, I don't want to go on next week's show!"
"Hmm?" The other party seemed puzzled, paused for a moment, and proactively asked, "Why?"
"Because... since I can't win anyway, two appearances is enough exposure." Lin Wanzhou mumbled, "And I don't want to waste this song."
"Uh...," he said, "it's not really a matter of waste, what does Sister Yun say?"
