Looking at Chu Tian's innocent face, Xu Qingqiu felt completely deflated, and her voice lowered significantly.
"Chu Tian, are you really not Youmeng?"
"Huh? Youmeng? Are you looking for Youmeng? How could I possibly be him?!"
"Isn't he the one who writes songs for you? Don't you know who he is either?"
Xu Qingqiu pouted in annoyance and said, "How would I know? He always appears and disappears mysteriously. I thought he was..."
"Thought he was what?"
"Hmph~ It's nothing. Let's go back."
"Oh, okay. But do you really need to go to such lengths to find Youmeng? Hiding in the bushes in the middle of the night—quite an idea you had there."
"It's just me. Imagine if it were someone else. What if they had a heart condition or something? That would be a big problem, wouldn't it?"
Along the way, Chu Tian babbled incessantly. Xu Qingqiu, already in a bad mood, finally couldn't stand it anymore.
