Ling Momo was surprised for a moment and realized it was already very late. She feared he might already be asleep, inconvenient to disturb, so she decided to wait until tomorrow.
Ling Momo returned to her bedroom and waited a long time before she received a simple WeChat message from Enson, "Sorry, I’m a bit busy, you rest first, I’ll talk to you tomorrow."
Ling Momo felt a slight sense of loss in her heart, "Okay, then... good night."
Actually, Ling Momo really wanted to ask Enson what he was doing in the middle of the night, but she felt she probably didn’t have the right to ask.
She pondered wildly for a long time, perhaps she was really exhausted today, and finally fell into a deep sleep.
In the bedroom next door, Li Qingshen was holding his phone, looking at the lyrics she had sent, his gaze somewhat vacant.
She was indeed a very clever girl, he just casually dropped her a few hints, and she caught the feeling.
Maybe she really wasn’t proficient in writing lyrics, some words weren’t perfect, but they were much better than the ones written during the day.
This feeling of secret love, who had given it to her?
Initially, she had chased Lu Niange for four years...
Li Qingshen felt a vague discomfort deep inside, a bitter and sour taste fluttering about, then a bitter smile appeared on his lips. He had set the theme of secret love, and had asked her to write the lyrics... He had anticipated this, so why feel so sad, right?
Li Qingshen thought about Ling Momo’s pained and tormented expression during the day, suddenly his heart softened, he no longer had the heart to ask her to revise the lyrics.
Moreover, the next revision would be the most time-consuming and exhausting.
Thinking this, Li Qingshen put his phone aside, copied the lyrics Ling Momo had sent onto paper, and read them over and over again, scribbling notes on them with a pen.
It wasn’t until dawn that Li Qingshen finally put down his pen, thoroughly went over the lyrics, and nodded his head in satisfaction.
Only then did Li Qingshen take out his phone and painstakingly typed the lyrics he had revised, one letter at a time, before sending them to Ling Momo.
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When Ling Momo woke up, the sun was shining brightly outside her window. She was startled at first, then instinctively reached for her phone, and saw the WeChat message from Enson.
Ling Momo opened it and saw a long string of text.
She read through it bit by bit.
The changes to the lyrics weren’t particularly major from what she’d originally written, but Ling Momo felt the overall effect was much more beautiful than her own.
Especially the lines Enson had significantly changed.
"I’ve continually imagined being alone by your side, yet it remains a dream, meant for heaven, beauty lies in the distance."
"Love is a wandering without return, why then did you open a window?"
"Loving you is like a faith, devout until I’m covered in scars."
Loving you is like a faith, devout until I’m covered in scars. Chapters first released on novel_fіre.net
Ling Momo was stunned when she read this line.
"Special note again: these lyrics are from Huang Ling’s ’Forgive,’ a beautiful song. I particularly liked these lines, you might want to listen to it, and also the aforementioned ’Qingcheng,’ a tear of passionate love is said to topple cities. I will continue to share many classic lyrics with you all!"