Perhaps it was because he had come to terms with his thoughts, Shi Lou suddenly felt an incredible lightness in his heart, bubbling with even more desire to create.
He looked at Han Yingying and showed the most sincere smile he had had for some time, "Han Yingying, thank you."
Han Yingying also smiled, "You're welcome."
"By the way, your wooden hairpin is very beautiful, it suits you well."
"Of course." Han Yingying smiled with eyes curved into crescents, not understanding why Shi Lou's attitude had suddenly changed, but she knew this was a good sign.
"This guitar is also beautiful, I like it very much, and I will cherish it," Shi Lou said gently, stroking the guitar, his eyes tender.
"It's my honor."
"I'm going to continue writing songs now."
"Okay, I won't disturb you."
Although Shi Lou looked frail and quiet, once immersed in creation, he would transform into a completely different person.
