Xia You still remembered the dark eruption she felt in her body the last time she listened to "Death Track". She was feeling somewhat irritable today; it would be best not to listen to that kind of music.
Mo Xixi followed Harley to their rehearsal room. Xia You sat alone in the living room; Xiu Na hadn't come down yet. Thinking for a bit, Xia You decided to walk to the villa's courtyard.
In contrast to the minimalist style of the villa's interior decor, the courtyard was planted with an array of various plants, with needle-leaved crops from cold regions and short plants from tropical areas. They weren't specially tended to; each type of plant was just randomly piled to one side.
Suddenly, a noisy bustle reached her ears. Xia You lifted her head to locate its source; it came from the second-floor balcony.
Xiu Na's figure flitted past the balcony window, and a man's impatient voice said, "I've already told you, I'm not going to sing any birthday songs."
