"Nice, Chuchu, you've really surprised me. In just one day, you've completely transformed yourself. Doesn't your family hide some kind of expert?" Mai Qiqi joked.
Wan Chu'er replied airily, "This young lady has a unique physique, exceptional talent, and quick understanding."
"You're really not modest at all."
...
The two chatted and laughed for a while, then planned to rehearse together.
Unfortunately, Mai Qiqi's guzheng practice room was just too cramped. Wan Chu'er simply couldn't move freely; a single turn and she could hit the wall.
After thinking for a while, Wan Chu'er said, "Record it with your portable player."
"Good idea," Mai Qiqi agreed.
The two returned to the mountaintop plaza once again.
This time, however, there were people on the plaza. Old Sir Zhong sat in his wheelchair, gazing into the distance, emanating a sense of desolation.
The man pushing the wheelchair stood at attention in the distance.
Mai Qiqi and Wan Chu'er exchanged a glance.
