The cold wind blew, and the night was peaceful. Lou Cheng stared at Yan Zheke, who sat next to him. She was pink-faced from singing a song. He became calm and very relaxed. His gloomy mood was improving.
Yan Zheke took a heavy breath and glanced at him. She lifted up her chin and hummed deliberately.
"Do you think I am good at singing?"
She hung her legs outside the building and swayed them lightly. It was cute.
"You are better than good." Lou Cheng laughed and reached for her waist so that she would lean on his shoulder.
He looked at Weishui Lake in the distance and said in a slightly self-deprecating tone,
"People always get greedier bit by bit."
