Ling Momo turned her head and saw a hint of desolation in Li Qingshen's silhouette, as if it were the flavor of secret love...
Ling Momo stood in the vast music room, unable to articulate the exact feeling in the depths of her heart.
After taking a bath, Ling Momo returned to her bedroom, and her thoughts kept drifting back to Li Qingshen's words, to the point that she forgot her nightly routine—chatting with Enson.
When her phone rang, Ling Momo was lying in bed, lost in thought. She picked it up and saw a WeChat message from Enson: "Asleep?"
"Not yet, I'm thinking about something," Ling Momo replied.
"About what?"
"Lyrics," Ling Momo typed these two words and then added another sentence, "That freak created the main song for Qixi Valentine's Day for me, it's about secret love."
As Ling Momo sent this message, Li Qingshen's words flashed through her mind again: if you've ever harbored a secret love, then you should savor that feeling thoroughly.
The feeling of secret love.
