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... ke to hear?"
Lin Qingyue’s face showed no particular expression, "Anything."
Wu Mu searched his mind for a moment, "Then I’ll sing you a new song."
A song he had drawn quite a while ago.
He walked to the corner of Lin Qingyue’s room by the window, picked up a guitar leaning there, and sat down with it on a chair, starting to tune.
Lin Qingyue didn’t speak throughout, her gaze simply followed his movements.
After Wu Mu finished tuning simply, his fi ...
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