The girl's skin was delicate and fair, her eyelashes long and fluttering like butterfly wings, her eyes clear and bottomless, and she appeared quite young. However, beneath her gaze lay a desolation and vicissitudes unbecoming of her age.
The boy was slightly surprised, not understanding why the girl as beautiful as a flower in front of him would be so sad. He couldn't help speaking out and asked, "You, you seem unhappy?"
After asking, the boy felt he had perhaps been too forward, so he scratched his head and then added, "The song you just sang was really nice, just like the original singer!"
"Oh… no, no, no, even better than the original singer!"
The boy didn't seem to be very good at flattery, speaking somewhat hesitantly. Ling Momo couldn't help but smile and interrupted the boy, "Tell me about yourself, why do you perform on the street for a living?"
