It took a while, but Xu Qingqiu finally realized Chu Tian had led her astray.
She glared at him irritably. "Don't you like singing?"
"Singing? With *this* voice?" Chu Tian retorted. "Would *you* listen?"
"..." Xu Qingqiu fell silent.
Realizing she might have said something inappropriate, Xu Qingqiu looked at Chu Tian apologetically. Her hand unconsciously traced patterns on the table, and with downcast, regretful eyes, she said, "I'm sorry, Chu Tian. I didn't mean that. It's just, I don't think you can go on like this. Look, you have such a great image and you're so talented. It's a shame not to be a star. And…"
She paused, as if recalling something, then clenched her teeth. "Besides, how long can you keep this up? You don't… I… What if one day my studio closes? I might also slowly lose popularity until no one seeks me out. Then how will you live?"
