Although she didn’t know exactly when he had left, he had done so many little things before leaving, things so trivial yet so touching.
Ling Momo was once again deeply moved by Enson’s ticulous care.
After being moved, Ling Momo slightly lowered her eyes, her expression tinged with a hint of sorrow. Between him and her, it was nothing more than such entanglent after all, with no conclusion in sight.
Last night they had actually been together four tis, which ant there were now four fewer chances they might end up together in the future.
At this thought, Ling Momo felt a bit of sadness.
Despite this, she found that her love, which she had managed to suppress, had deepened a few degrees because of those details!
Everyone should find their way back when they are lost, yet she knowingly repeated the mistake!
Ling Momo couldn’t help but curl her lips into a bitter smile, fully aware yet unrepentant, there could be no greater obsession!
Afterward, Ling Momo went to take a shower. Wrapped in a towel and drying her hair, she walked out of the bathroom and her phone was ringing. She hurried forward and glanced at the caller ID—it was Li Qingshen.
Ling Momo quickly answered the call, sweetly calling out, "Teacher!"
"A while back I got held up for so ti, and I may be quite busy coming up. Out of the ten tracks on this album, five already have lyrics written by soone else. There is one track left that needs your touch. I will send the music score to your email in a bit, take a look, and then show your lyrics after you’re done," Li Qingshen said languidly, a long spiel on the other end of the phone.
"I understand, Teacher," Ling Momo nodded, responding one by one, and then waited a mont. But when Li Qingshen didn’t speak, she asked, "Teacher, is there anything else?"
"That’s all..." Li Qingshen’s voice trailed off hesitantly, "How are you?"
Last night, he had been sowhat wild, he wondered if she was tired...
Ling Momo blinked, slightly puzzled by the aning behind Li Qingshen’s question, but despite her suspicions, she dutifully replied, "I’m all right."
Li Qingshen softly "Hmm’d," and then added, "Call if you don’t understand anything."
"I will, Teacher," Ling Momo obediently answered Li Qingshen, and then hung up the phone.
Ling Momo returned ho and opened her email; Li Qingshen’s email had already co through. She downloaded and opened it.
Ling Momo humd the music score carefully, finding the lody soothing yet vibrant, humming along while feeling the deepest emotions conveyed by the song.
However, before Ling Momo could fully grasp the song, she saw a line of Chinese characters at the end of the score—everyone hides their deepest secret, and my secret is loving you.
Ling Momo instantly understood that this sentence was actually the the of the song.
Still revolving around Secret Love, only this ti with a focus on secrecy.
Biting her finger and holding a pen, Ling Momo sat at the desk, lost in thought all afternoon before she roughly drafted a version.
Ling Momo had dinner and when she returned, she was still unhappy with the lyrics she had written. She lay on the desk, frustrated.
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