Feng Yihuan watched Second Brother walk out, and the gloom she'd been feeling just now instantly turned bright and sunny.
She let out a long breath, sat back down at the table, and looked at that pile of shredded paper.
Even though it was torn up, she still remembered the contents very clearly.
Now that she'd made up with Second Brother, she felt a lot better, and inspiration started flowing again.
After a while, she wrote the lyrics out again, then took them downstairs and went into the piano room.
The piano room had special soundproofing; she turned it on so she wouldn't disturb the family's rest later.
Feng Yihuan pressed her hands on the piano keys and started composing the music herself; this was the first time she'd ever written both lyrics and music.
Upstairs, Feng Yihang was in his own room, sitting at the desk in his study at the moment, reflecting on how he'd acted tonight.
