"What makes my tears fall is more than just last night's wine; What makes me reluctant to leave is more than just your tenderness; For the rest of the road, how long will you hold my hand; What makes things difficult for me is this struggling freedom..." In the KTV room, after more than an hour of singing children's songs back-to-back, Shen Yibin finally started practicing a new piece.
"Stop! Start over. The very first line was off-key—you were half a step too high." Jian Jian leaned back comfortably against a cushion, mercilessly critiquing his singing while sipping freshly squeezed juice through a straw. "Sigh, how did I get so unlucky? Stuck with a shop owner who has absolutely no musical talent. The thought of having to live with you for a long time makes me want to fall apart."
