"All you need is to not give up..." Han Yingying took a step forward, her voice urgent and low, "How can you just give up on music, something you love so much?"
"Leave me alone, I'm tired."
"I won't leave." Han Yingying stubbornly walked up to him and stared straight at him, "I won't leave unless you sing, and if you don't, I'll stay."
Suddenly opening his eyes, Shi Lou's gaze was icy cold to the extreme: "Who do you think you are, to threaten me like this?"
"Your fan."
"Fan? What a ludicrous concept."
"What's ludicrous about it? We sincerely love a person, support them earnestly, and live our lives with the same seriousness."
Han Yingying frowned, loudly retorting, disliking the current Shi Lou intensely—this was not the idol she had adored for ten years.
"Everything about it is ludicrous, especially the seriousness. What do you know about me? What do you understand about me, to claim you've loved me for ten years?"
