"Oh my! Nianhua, you're giving me too much credit." Su Xi shook her head repeatedly and said, "No, no, Nianhua, creating my own music, I can't do it."
"How do you know you can't if you haven't tried?" Xu Nianhua retorted.
Su Xi paused, wanting to explain that creating music isn't such a simple thing, when she heard Xu Nianhua's voice ring out again: "Whether it works or not, trying doesn't cost us anything, right? When the time comes, I'll be your first listener."
The look Xu Nianhua gave Su Xi was filled with trust.
A thought arose in Su Xi's mind—to give it a try. Perhaps, it might really work out?
At this moment, none of them knew that in the future, Su Xi's compositions would be highly sought after.
"Nianhua, why are you all still here? It's almost time to eat," Jiang Wanru said as she and Ji Ying walked over, arm in arm like sisters. Both were wearing cheongsams, perfectly showcasing the beauty of Eastern women.
