"..." She must have been insane at that time. Qingxue said awkwardly, "Dreams are full, but reality is bony. Maybe it's fate. I really shouldn't have come looking for disappointment."
"It's too early to talk about giving up now," Beitang took out pen and paper.
The tip of the pen traced notes across the paper.
Qingxue glanced at what he was writing and incredulously widened her eyes...
Wasn't that the piece she had created before?
Torn apart...
She could only remember the general idea...
And yet he...
Had accurately transcribed it from memory!
Qingxue stared at him in shock, "You only saw it once, right? Am I seeing things, or did you really write it all down?"
"Take a look, is there anything wrong?" Beitang handed the completed score to her.
Qingxue examined it carefully, more and more amazed, "No, nothing! Hey! You're too incredible. Isn't this what they call photographic memory?"
