The music ended.
Chu Liangxia stopped.
Unaware of Feng Ziheng's presence, she looked at the sheet music in front of her and frowned in distress.
It had been a while since she practiced, and her fingers felt clumsy. She thought about recording a piece of music for a micro movie at the last minute, but if things continued this way, she might have to seek help from someone else.
She sighed with a furrowed brow.
Just then, she suddenly heard the sound of approaching footsteps.
Startled, she looked up and saw a tall and familiar figure coming into view. She paused for a moment before letting her guard down.
"What time is it?" Chu Liangxia asked first.
"Six o' clock."
Feng Zhing looked at his watch.
"Oh." Chu Liangxia quickly stood up.
"What were you playing?" Feng Ziheng asked offhand.
"Just something I wrote myself, haven't decided on a name yet." After speaking, Chu Liangxia paused slightly and squinted at him, asking, "Does it sound good?"
"It sounds good."