Ling Momo turned her head and saw a hint of desolation in Li Qingshen’s silhouette, as if it were the flavor of secret love...
Ling Momo stood in the vast music room, unable to articulate the exact feeling in the depths of her heart.
After taking a bath, Ling Momo returned to her bedroom, and her thoughts kept drifting back to Li Qingshen’s words, to the point that she forgot her nightly routine—chatting with Enson.
When her phone rang, Ling Momo was lying in bed, lost in thought. She picked it up and saw a WeChat ssage from Enson: "Asleep?"
"Not yet, I’m thinking about sothing," Ling Momo replied.
"About what?"
"Lyrics," Ling Momo typed these two words and then added another sentence, "That freak created the main song for Qixi Valentine’s Day for , it’s about secret love."
As Ling Momo sent this ssage, Li Qingshen’s words flashed through her mind again: if you’ve ever harbored a secret love, then you should savor that feeling thoroughly.
The feeling of secret love.
She glanced at her phone again.
Enson.
Suddenly, Ling Momo thought, isn’t she currently harboring a secret love for Enson?
What does this feeling feel like?
Hugging her pillow, Ling Momo lay with her eyes wide open, carefully experiencing it.
Suddenly, she felt a surge of inspiration flood through her, and she imdiately threw off the covers and replied to Enson, "Wait for a mont."
Then, barefoot, she ran to the music room.
Ling Momo pulled out a piece of paper and began to slowly write down her feelings, point by point.
Each word was written earnestly.
When she finished writing the last word, a smile spread across her face. She then picked up her phone and sent Enson a ssage: "Done!"
"What were you up to?"
"Writing lyrics! Inspiration just struck." Ling Momo sent a smiling emoji, "I’ll show you."
"Okay."
After seeing Enson’s reply, Ling Momo carefully typed out the lyrics she had written onto her phone and sent them off.
After a long while, Enson hadn’t replied, and Ling Momo couldn’t help but send another ssage: "How is it?"
"Wait a mont, I’m still looking." Enson replied tersely.
Ling Momo didn’t reply and was writing down the lyrics neatly with a pen, thinking of showing them to Li Qingshen the next day.
Glancing at the ti, it was already midnight, so she stretched, stood up, and headed for the door.
Ling Momo first went to the kitchen on the first floor and poured a glass of water. After taking a sip, she caught sight of the garbage bin in the corner of her eye and her gaze suddenly locked onto it.
Holding the water glass, Ling Momo approached the garbage bin, which had hardly any trash in it. The white pills stood out conspicuously against the black garbage bag.
Ling Momo reached out, picked up one, and imdiately recognized it as the dicine that Li Qingshen was supposed to take.
Her brow furrowed involuntarily. This was the dicine she had given him after dinner, so why was it here?
Ling Momo tilted her head as if she understood sothing, then returned to the music room on the third floor and went straight to the garbage bin by the floor-to-ceiling windows. She emptied it and indeed found more pills hidden beneath a pile of scrap paper.
He actually hadn’t taken his dicine!
The Great God actually disliked taking dicine!
Ling Momo was montarily surprised and, considering the late hour and not wanting to disturb him assuming he was already asleep, she decided to leave the matter until tomorrow.
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