If it were Xu Qingqiu herself, she would simply listen to the arrangement file and then read the lyrics. After listening to the first song, Xu Qingqiu was somewhat puzzled at first, but when the chorus came in, her eyes lit up with a sense of amazement. Overall, the song was very good, with a catchy and bold chorus, though the verse was slightly weaker. Of course, this was merely a minor flaw that didn't overshadow its virtues. No song is perfect; every song has its imperfections. Besides, who would dare say the verse was bad? Some people like it, some don't—that's inevitable.
After listening once more, she opened the second folder.
"Little? Sister Qiu? Why is this song called 'Little'?"
"I don't know either. Let's listen to it. It might be someone named Little?"
"Ah? Could it be Youmeng's first love?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? How can you just make up stories like that? Don't talk rubbish."
"Oh, sorry, Youmeng! I was talking nonsense. Forgive my childish words!"
