"Why don't you also record a song?"
"What should I record?"
"The one we talked about before, 'Favoritism,' which wasn't written at the time."
"Oh, that one." Pei Muchan eyes flickered slightly, but her face remained impassive, "You didn't mention it, I had almost forgotten. When did you write it?"
"Recently,"
Xu Qingyan thought for a moment and said, "Let's record another one. Maybe there won't be time to record later, no one to vet it for me, it's good to have it as a backup for later use."
"What song?"
"Sunset Boulevard."
Pei Muchan had no idea what "Sunset Boulevard" was about, only that this person only recorded when he had spare time, and she really didn't know what to say in the moment.
Talent is a terrifying thing; she felt Xu Qingyan was fully talented, but it was all focused on songwriting.
Two days flowed by like water.