"I'll give you my talent for singing," Zhou Yixuan said calmly.
"What? Say that again?" Li Yichen froze and dug at his ears, thinking he had misheard.
"You heard me right. I said I'd give you my singing talent," Zhou Yixuan continued. "There's an unfinished song that only Tingting and I knew about. I finished it over this past year. Sing it for her for me."
"Oh, is that it?" Li Yichen's eyes lit up a little. "You can even give away singing talent? How come I never knew that?"
"You've never died. How would you know what ghosts can do?" Zhou Yixuan rolled his eyes at him. "When we die, we retain whatever we were best at in life, and it follows us into our next incarnation."
Then he sighed. "I have no use for it anyway, and I don't want anything to do with music in my next life. I might as well give it to you."
"So that's how it works." Understanding dawned on Li Yichen. "You really do live till you die and learn till you die. I've learned something new again."
"So do you want it or not?" Zhou Yixuan pressed.
"Yes... hell yes!" Li Yichen said excitedly. "Every time I see some guy in the grove strumming a crappy guitar, he has a whole crowd of cute girls swooning over him."
Then he curled his lip in disdain. "What's so damn impressive about that? The bastard isn't even as handsome as me."
"If I had a talent for singing and went to the grove to play a song myself, holy crap! Wouldn't I have a different bride every night?" Li Yichen looked positively dreamy.
"So you just want to pick up girls," Zhou Yixuan said unhappily. "Music is pure. It's sacred. It's..."
"Stop right