Xiaxia leaned against the headboard, her delicate legs slightly arched, as she stared at the screen with a gaze that seemed to emit a palpable light.
Li Yang finally replied to her.
How much is a song worth? It depends on the person.
If it's a lyricist often used by Jay Chou, each character is worth eight thousand yuan, and the lyrics of a song could be worth millions.
But for someone with no fame, if someone appreciates the work, they might give a few thousand or thirty to fifty thousand; if they don't appreciate it, even fifty yuan seems too much.
Thinking you write well is useless; every creator thinks their work is good.
She immediately said, "What my husband writes must be worth a lot."
Li Yang: "How much can it be sold for?"
"In my heart, it is a priceless treasure. Even if I'm asked to pay ten million for it, I wouldn't refuse. In fact, I'd feel it's worth it."
Li Yang: "Then sell it to you?"
