She returned to her room, lay on the bed, and soon fell asleep.
She slept until evening, and when she woke up, it was already dark outside.
Winter was approaching, and the days were getting darker earlier and earlier.
She lay in bed, still unwilling to get up.
But then she remembered her grandma's birthday banquet was coming up, and she hadn't finished the piece she was preparing for her grandma.
So, Feng Yihuan suddenly bounced up from the bed.
Perhaps feeling suddenly inspired, she looked at the afterglow on the horizon, thinking of many past events.
Some phrases flashed through her mind, and Feng Yihuan quickly jotted them down.
She pondered over them carefully and finally felt satisfied with the lyrics.
Next, she needed to compose the music, and in this area, she was quite confident in herself.
After all, she wasn't skilled in many things, but music was something she excelled at.
