--You forgot about me.
"What up?" Lang Weixiao says, looking stunned.
--Haha.
"Come on, speak clearly. What do you mean, I forgot about you?" Lang Weixiao asks, folding his arms.
--Sigh.
The ball of white mist falls silent for a while.
--Can you play an instrument?
"Sure. I'm a grade-ten piano player, no question." Heaven knows how relieved he is that his grandmother made him practice back then. It was a very wise decision.
--What about the guzheng?
"That, I can't play." Lang Weixiao sighs inwardly, then asks, "Can you?"
--I could before. Now...
"There's a before and after for that?" Lang Weixiao bursts out laughing.
--I told you that you forgot about me, but you didn't believe me. The ball of white mist isn't angry, and there's a clear note of amusement in its voice.
"You keep saying I forgot you. Why don't you show your face and let me see you?" Lang Weixiao argues earnestly.
--I see.
The ball of white mist falls silent for a moment, then turns into the shape of a flower petal.
"I get it. You're a woman, here to be my wife." Lang Weixiao never imagined his dream would come with a wife included. This is great!
--Dummy, bookworm. The ball of white mist laughs and scolds him.
"Don't talk nonsense. I'm not a bookworm. I play basketball and do kickboxing." For some reason, Lang Weixiao is afraid the other person will think he's a loser, so he quickly explains himself.
--Got it. You're amazing.
Lang Weixiao feels embarrassed at that, and gives an awkward smile, about to say something else.
--I'm done playing with you. I'm off.
"Wait, I actually kind of like you."
Related to The Pear Blossom Gentleman, but the two stories aren't connected plot-wise. This one is purely the author's imagination, and it'll be over soon!
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