Looking into Qin Wanyue's highly expectant eyes, a hint of intoxication welled up in Zeng Anmin's heart. He took his time pouring himself a cup of wine and slowly stood up.
"I have always wanted to complete that half-poem as well, but until just now, I haven't had a single clue," he said.
Hearing this, Qin Wanyue's eyes dimmed with the disappointment of dashed hopes.
She forced a smile. "Inspiration cannot be forced. It will be fine as long as you can complete it someday." With that, she lowered her head and fell silent.
Zeng Anmin chuckled at her reaction. He gently drained the fine wine in his cup, then lifted his head, revealing his chiseled jawline. "But now... I've suddenly caught a glimpse of inspiration."
"Oh?" Qin Wanyue's head snapped up, her eyes brimming with pleasant surprise.
"I just wonder if Ms. Qin would be willing to play a tune on the pipa to help me find a bit more inspiration?" Zeng Anmin smiled, looking at her openly.
