Blurb:
The perennial bachelor of the traditional Chinese music scene has found a girlfriend, and she's tone-deaf.
The company goes out for karaoke.
Everyone watches Xie Qingyan, keeping a perfectly straight face as he praises his girlfriend's singing, despite her not hitting a single note, and says it's like heavenly music.
His coworkers, usually subjected to his painstaking nitpicking over every detail, huddle together and wail at the sky: "How can our boss be so biased? Is this a distortion of human nature or a collapse of morality?!"
"Neither," Xie Qingyan replies calmly. "It's the magic of love."
[In this vast world, you and I are but specks of dust. Among thousands of faces, none is you.]
1. I've been feeling really down lately, so I'm writing a short story to get my energy back. A little over a hundred thousand characters, extra sweet with no angst. If it's not sweet, you can come after me!
2. I dedicate this story to the traditional Chinese music scene that I love. It is not based on real people, not based on real people, not based on real people!!!
3. My next short story will be The Moon at Dusk, a winter special about an office worker and a university student. It's just as sweet, so feel free to add it to your favorites in advance.
Theme: Life should always have something you love.
