Of course, once she had calmed down a little, Serval stopped herself in time, keeping her intentions from showing too plainly.
After all, if she actually said certain things aloud, there might be no taking them back.
She hoped to become friends with Lin Feng who shared her interests, kindred spirits in rock music who understood each other. As for anything deeper, she still lacked the courage and confidence to touch on it.
After all, she was merely the owner of a little street-corner shop on a distant, run-down planet covered in ice and snow, a laid-back rock musician without many ambitions, an older unmarried woman who was not widely accepted.
"Miss Serval, why not just say what's on your mind?"
His straight brows furrowed slightly as Lin Feng looked at Serval, who had stepped back and turned her face aside. He felt a little surprised.
Although he had come with intentions and a strategy, he did not think he had what it took to win Serval over through music alone. With her level of skill, Serval could certainly be considered a professional rock singer.
After all, in the previous Path Simulations, Serval had only been a companion and had never shown any obvious special feelings for him. By comparison, perhaps she cared more about her younger brother, Gepard.
"Um... nothing, nothing. Please don't mind me, Mr. Lin Feng. I really didn't mean anything else..."
Her cascading pale-gold hair traced a loose arc through the air as Serval waved both hands, her face full of apprehension.
"A-actually, I wanted to ask whether you'd be interested in joining our band, Mr. Lin Feng."
"As you know, a rock band can't perform if it's missing musicians..."
"I saw just now that you're very accomplished on the bass, Mr. Lin Feng. Our band