Chapter 429: Chapter 429

Although she didn’t know exactly when he had left, he had done so many little things before leaving, things so trivial yet so touching.

Ling Momo was once again deeply moved by Enson’s meticulous care.

After being moved, Ling Momo slightly lowered her eyes, her expression tinged with a hint of sorrow. Between him and her, it was nothing more than such entanglement after all, with no conclusion in sight. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Last night they had actually been together four times, which meant there were now four fewer chances they might end up together in the future.

At this thought, Ling Momo felt a bit of sadness.

Despite this, she found that her love, which she had managed to suppress, had deepened a few degrees because of those details!

Everyone should find their way back when they are lost, yet she knowingly repeated the mistake!

Ling Momo couldn’t help but curl her lips into a bitter smile, fully aware yet unrepentant, there could be no greater obsession!

Afterward, Ling Momo went to take a shower. Wrapped in a towel and drying her hair, she walked out of the bathroom and her phone was ringing. She hurried forward and glanced at the caller ID—it was Li Qingshen.

Ling Momo quickly answered the call, sweetly calling out, "Teacher!"

"A while back I got held up for some time, and I may be quite busy coming up. Out of the ten tracks on this album, five already have lyrics written by someone else. There is one track left that needs your touch. I will send the music score to your email in a bit, take a look, and then show me your lyrics after you’re done," Li Qingshen said languidly, a long spiel on the other end of the phone.

"I understand, Teacher," Ling Momo nodded, responding one by one, and then waited a moment. But when Li Qingshen didn’t speak, she asked, "Teacher, is there anything else?"

"That’s all..." Li Qingshen’s voice trailed off hesitantly, "How are you?"

Last night, he had been somewhat wild, he wondered if she was tired...

Ling Momo blinked, slightly puzzled by the meaning behind Li Qingshen’s question, but despite her suspicions, she dutifully replied, "I’m all right."

Li Qingshen softly "Hmm’d," and then added, "Call me if you don’t understand anything."

"I will, Teacher," Ling Momo obediently answered Li Qingshen, and then hung up the phone.

Ling Momo returned home and opened her email; Li Qingshen’s email had already come through. She downloaded and opened it.

Ling Momo hummed the music score carefully, finding the melody soothing yet vibrant, humming along while feeling the deepest emotions conveyed by the song.

However, before Ling Momo could fully grasp the song, she saw a line of Chinese characters at the end of the score—everyone hides their deepest secret, and my secret is loving you.

Ling Momo instantly understood that this sentence was actually the theme of the song.

Still revolving around Secret Love, only this time with a focus on secrecy.

Biting her finger and holding a pen, Ling Momo sat at the desk, lost in thought all afternoon before she roughly drafted a version.

Ling Momo had dinner and when she returned, she was still unhappy with the lyrics she had written. She lay on the desk, frustrated.