Hand in hand, the two stood at the edge of the terrace. Leaning on the railing, they gazed at the distant, scattered lights. It was then that Xu Qingqiu voiced the question long hidden in her heart.
"Ah? I don't know why. Maybe because I'm afraid of trouble."
"Afraid of trouble? Why?"
"It's just... how should I put it? You know about paparazzi, right? Don't you find them annoying?"
"Well, that's true, but you're not a celebrity..."
As she spoke, Xu Qingqiu seemed to realize something and suddenly stopped.
"That's right, I'm not a celebrity. But as a singer, you should know how attractive a good song is to other singers. If my name were known, could I still live a peaceful life?"
"That's true. If that happened, who knows how many people would go to great lengths, trying all sorts of roundabout ways to ask you to write songs for them..."
Just imagining that scenario made Xu Qingqiu laugh.
