"Time is amber, tears are locked away drop by drop, love letters no matter how immortal, still grind into hourglasses, upstream of youth, white clouds fly away, grey dogs and seagulls, fleeting thoughts, trickling away, destiny is so humorous, making lovers silent..." An Ning slowly began to sing.
Yu Jingchen mumbled, "Why are you singing me a song with a tragic ending? Can you be more heartfelt..."
An Ning angrily replied, "Cheerful ones are just like square dancing, soothing ones are of course all sad songs."
"If you want to sing in the future, I'll write lyrics for you. They will be loving, with good lyrics, and end as a comedy," Yu Jingchen said.
"Mister, can you stop bragging all the time? You can be a scientist, or even a doctor, but composing and writing lyrics, I just can't believe it," An Ning countered.
This man really needs a bit of beating to bring him down to earth, he's way too arrogant.
"Don't believe me?"
"Sorry, I really can't believe you!"