"What else can I do, think of lyrics!" Ling Momo pursed her lips, just finished typing this message, and then thought of the last time she sent lyrics to Enson, and how beautifully he revised them for her. Instantly, she sat up straight, turned her eyes, and cheerfully sent a WeChat message to Enson: "Are you busy right now?"
"Not busy. What's up?"
"Can you check these lyrics for me, and maybe help me edit them?"
"Sure, send them over."
Upon seeing this message, Ling Momo quickly typed up the lyrics she had written and sent them to Enson.
This time, however, Enson replied with the amended lyrics quite swiftly; it only took ten minutes before Ling Momo's phone dinged. She looked down and saw a long segment of lyrics sent to her.
She originally wrote the lyrics but this time more than half were modified. Ling Momo read them carefully, word by word, the more she read, the more she admired them from the bottom of her heart!
