Ling Momo hastily took it and said "Thank you" once more before she turned and left.
As soon as she stepped out of the hospital, Ling Momo’s phone began to ring. Recognizing the number, she hurriedly answered, "Teacher."
"Do you need something?" Li Qingshen’s voice came faintly through the phone.
Ling Momo hesitated for a moment before asking, "Teacher, where are you right now?"
"At the villa." As Li Qingshen replied, Ling Momo heard something falling to the ground. She was about to speak when the call suddenly cut off.
Ling Momo furrowed her brows and tried calling back, only to be notified that the phone had been switched off.
Feeling vaguely uneasy, she quickly hailed a car and rushed to Li Qingshen’s villa.
When Ling Momo arrived, Li Qingshen was lying askew on the sofa in the third-floor music room, sleeping, his complexion somewhat pale. Follow current novels on NoveI~Fire.net
Ling Momo reached out and gently touched Li Qingshen’s forehead. It was somewhat hot. She bit her lower lip, hesitating whether to call a doctor when Li Qingshen suddenly opened his eyes.
The man’s gaze was exceptionally deep, staring straight at Ling Momo, causing her to tremble and her fingertips to lightly brush over his forehead.
Li Qingshen furrowed his brows slightly, and Ling Momo quickly retracted her fingers, stepping back two paces with a bit of embarrassment.
Li Qingshen let his eyelids droop slightly, his gaze falling on her pale hand that had just touched his forehead, his eyes becoming somewhat warm.
The music room was very quiet.
Ling Momo bit her lower lip and hastily took out the medicine the nurse had given her from her bag, presenting it to Li Qingshen with both hands, "Teacher, I went to the hospital, but by the time I got there, you had just been discharged. I ran into a nurse who said I should bring back the medicine for you to take."
Li Qingshen stared at the bag of medicine and frowned slightly, then nodded, turned his head without showing any emotion, took a stack of paper from the table, and handed it to Ling Momo.
Ling Momo respectfully accepted it and glanced at it curiously. It was neatly filled with musical scores. She looked up, puzzled, at Li Qingshen.
These scores seemed like new compositions. Li Qingshen giving her these... could it be...
"This is the style I’ve chosen for your new album, and some of the pieces I’ve completed. Take a good look," Li Qingshen paused, adding, "If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask me."
It was indeed just as she had guessed, the pieces for her new album. But Ling Momo was even more curious and cautiously asked, "Teacher, did you compose these pieces?"
Li Qingshen locked eyes with Ling Momo and nodded.
Ling Momo’s heart, however, was secretly thrilled. The legend himself had composed these pieces... could she be anything but excited?
Li Qingshen kept watching Ling Momo, observing the flash of excitement in her eyes and couldn’t help but slightly curve up the corners of his lips, maintaining his usual calm demeanor, "These pieces don’t have lyrics yet. Try to write them yourself. Additionally, some pieces haven’t been composed yet, but I’ve already written down the specific style and meaning for you. You can try to compose them yourself. Once completed, you can bring them to me, and I’ll make adjustments."
"Write lyrics? Compose?" The joy that Ling Momo initially felt suddenly froze. She wasn’t incapable, but she wasn’t sure she could do her best either. And it was her debut album... what would she do if she messed it up?