"It's not just last night's wine that brings tears to my eyes; It's not just your sweet touch that makes me hate to say goodbye; For the road ahead, how long will you still be holding my hand; What's so hard to bear is this struggle to be free…" In the KTV room, after more than an hour of singing children's songs back-to-back, Shen Yibin had finally started practicing a new piece.
"Stop! Start over. The very first line was off-key—half a step too high." Cheeky leaned comfortably against a cushion, sipping fresh-squeezed juice through a straw while mercilessly critiquing his singing. "Sigh, why am I so unlucky? Stuck with a shop owner who has absolutely zero musical talent. The thought of having to live with you for a long time makes me want to have a breakdown."
