Harmony

In the rainy season, they shared an umbrella.

Three years later.

“Ji Zhisheng, come here.” He Xu rubbed the back of her neck.

She instinctively shrank her neck.

“Could you please stop being so loud and dramatic all the time?”

She raised all four paws. “I swear!”

“Shengsheng, I’ll leave this thing to you in a moment.”

Ji Zhisheng hefted it. “Mm, it’s got some weight.” She looked with satisfaction at the silver key in her hand.

[A music prodigy who habitually bristles X a calm, composed producer]