Chapter 50: You Fake Fan

This thought arose, and she chuckled to herself.

It was merely the sort of warning played with by some insignificant hooligans. She supposed she was simply too tired lately to have had such a ridiculous misapprehension.

Su Family.

Su Niannian took care of her mother until she fell asleep, then returned to her bedroom, sat at her desk, picked up a brand-new notebook, put on headphones, opened up Liu Hai's songs, and closed her eyes to search for inspiration.

She sat there all night.

When the sunlight of the early morning filtered through the window the next day, Su Niannian finally lifted her head from the desk, somewhat dazed.

She stretched her shoulders and looked at the notebook on the desk.

Half of the notebook had been used up with her writing and drawing throughout the night.

And the new piece was roughly taking shape.

After organizing the score, Su Niannian checked the time on her phone and saw a message notification on WeChat.