It seemed that he saw Xu Qingyan and pointed in his direction.
Amidst the fireworks, Lin Wanzhou turned her head and stared at him for a while. Her gaze, distant and remote, fell on him, and she beckoned to him. She couldn't hear his voice but could feel the warmth.
At this moment, New Year's Eve was about to draw to a close.
....
Shanxi.
Pei Huaiyi fumbled with the search software for a long time, ending up in a fluster, but it was ultimately Mrs. He who managed to combine most of the news together.
"Why is he writing songs for someone else?" Pei's father muttered.
"Don't they need to eat?" Mrs. He gave him a look and continued reading her book at the head of the bed, "I think this young man is not bad. Don't be so picky."
"What's good about him? There isn't even a hint of a relationship," Pei Huaiyi said dissatisfiedly. "If they were really boyfriend and girlfriend, he would have brought her home by now. It's most likely not the case."
