The third song, "The Cutest You," was dedicated to the white-coated angels who had taken care of me.
After playing all three songs, Su Qiao only briefly greeted everyone before ending the first shoot because they were short on time.
Qi Muhan put down the camera and hurried over with the thermos of replenishing tea. "How are you feeling? Is there any tightness or pain in your chest?"
"No. I feel pretty good."
Su Qiao smiled as she accepted the thermos, taking two sips to moisten her throat.
"Actually, I've almost completely recovered. As long as I don't exercise strenuously, I'm perfectly fine in my daily life. You don't have to keep being so nervous around me as if I were a fragile doll."
Qi Muhan nodded, looking somewhat pleased. "Your heart has indeed recovered much better than I expected, but you still need to be careful. You can't stop taking your medicine yet. Keep taking it for a while longer."
"Mm, I'll listen to you."
The corners of Su Qiao's lips lifted, her eyes smiling. "Anyway, I'm leaving this body in your hands."
"Cough, cough..." Qi Muhan's face flushed red again.
That wording... made it very easy to misunderstand.
"Don't you want to say something else?" She had been waiting for over a month, yet he still showed no sign of confessing. Did she have to take the initiative again?
"Something else?"
Qi Muhan failed to understand her at all and rubbed his head.
"Well, I didn't expect you not only to write songs, but also to sing so beautifully. And you play the guzheng so well too—it's practically professional-level."
Su Qiao's expression darkened slightly.
Who had asked him to say that?
"Writing songs and singing are just hobbies. My grandmother taught me to play the guzheng."
"Are you