Wu Mu turned back to look at Lin Qingyue, murmuring, "What song would you like 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 fingers began to gently strum the strings.
Listening to some gentle and melancholic melodies starting to sound.
The melody was sad, but the song was not; it had a sense of quiet, uplifting strength.
Wu Mu looked at Lin Qingyue and softly sang, "When all this comes to an end, will you feel lost, when I fade away with the smoke clouds, who will be sad for me."
