Luo Xiaoqian opened the photo album in her hands—the first page was his old poster.
"Do you remember? This is the poster for your first album. I talked till my mouth was dry to get it from the record store owner… And this, this is the photo from when you won the award. It's a bit blurry, right? I took this with the album from the TV…"
Luo Xiaoqian turned the pages of the photo album one by one, as if she were recounting her youthful days.
At that time, she carried too many hardships, and Leng Zimo and his music were important pillars of her spirit.
"Back then, I even fantasized about going out with you…" Luo Xiaoqian said softly, with a bit of self-deprecating shyness, "I even secretly kissed your photo. Surprisingly, my first kiss was yours…"
Leng Zimo held her, smiling, "I'm very glad I went to the hotel that day; I didn't miss you."
Luo Xiaoqian's face heated up, "That night, you didn't say that. You kept pulling my arm and telling me to leave!"
